I Sewed a Dress From My Dad’s Shirts for Prom in His Honor – My Classmates Laughed Until the Principal Took the Mic and the Room Fell Silent

about together. He was supposed to take pictures. He was supposed to stand at the front door pretending not to cry.

Without him, it felt meaningless.

One evening, I opened the small box of belongings returned from the hospital.

His wallet.

His cracked watch.

And beneath everything else, neatly folded the way he folded all his clothes, his work shirts.

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