My Mom Missed Her Prom, So I Took Her—And Defended Her From My Stepsister
I was eighteen when I realized love isn’t just saying “thank you.” Sometimes, it’s standing up, loud and proud, for the person who spent their life standing up for you.
My senior prom was coming, and while friends obsessed over dates and dresses, I thought about my mom, Emma. She had me at seventeen, trading teenage dreams for night shifts, secondhand baby clothes, and endless sacrifice. The boy who got her pregnant vanished. No support. No goodbye. Just gone. She raised me alone, working multiple jobs, skipping meals, and keeping the lights on.