I opened the box with his belongings and decided to sew a dress from his shirts — in his honor.
So I sat down and started sewing. My aunt helped me sometimes.
When I finished the dress and looked at myself in the mirror, I felt like he was right there beside me again.
So I went to prom wearing that dress, proud of it.
When I walked into the hall, my classmates stared and started whispering.
One girl shouted:
“IS THAT DRESS MADE FROM OUR JANITOR’S RAGS?”
A guy next to her said:
“IS THAT WHAT YOU WEAR WHEN YOU CAN’T AFFORD A REAL DRESS?”
My face burned.
Several classmates stepped away and laughed.
I stood there wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
Someone in the crowd shouted again that my dress was disgusting.
My eyes filled with tears.
Then the school principal, Mr. Bradley, suddenly stopped the music.
A sharp silence fell over the room.
He stepped up to the microphone and said:
“Before we continue the celebration, there’s something important I need to say.”
He hadn’t even finished speaking when the laughter faded and shock spread across their faces.
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