The Life She Gave Up Without Complaining
My mom never framed her life as a tragedy.
But I saw it in the quiet details.
The double shifts at the diner.
The neighbors’ kids she babysat late into the night.
The GED books she studied after midnight while I slept on the couch beside her.
Sometimes she joked about the prom she “almost” went to — then laughed too quickly and changed the subject.
I always noticed the sadness she tried to hide.
So when my own prom approached, the idea came suddenly… and refused to leave.
If she lost her prom because she chose me — then this one belonged to her too.
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