“I wore my dad’s uniform to my prom—and they didn’t get it until it was too late.” Prom night was supposed to be something I would just get through.
Smile when necessary.
Keep quiet.
Go home.
That was the plan.
But everything changed the moment I walked down the stairs.
I was wearing a dress I had sewn myself from my dad’s old military uniform.
Not because it was perfect.
Because it was his.
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