I invited my mom to my senior prom fully aware that people might whisper or stare.
What I didn’t expect was that the night would completely transform how everyone viewed her — and how I viewed myself.
My mom, Emma, became a mother at seventeen.
While other girls were planning college tours, weekend parties, and prom dresses, she was learning how to stretch a paycheck and soothe a crying baby.
The boy who helped create me vanished the moment she told him she was pregnant.
No goodbye. No support. No second glance.
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