At 6, I Promised My Best Friend with Down Syndrome We’d Go to Prom Together – 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go with Him Only on One
“I know.”
“He’s my best friend.”
“I know that too.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
Mom pressed her lips together.
For several seconds, she couldn’t speak.
Finally, she sat on my bed.
“Do you remember the year your father left?”
The question caught me off guard.
“He’s my best friend.”
“What does Dad have to do with prom?”
“Nothing.”
Not normal silence.
The kind that makes you stop moving.
Prom had always seemed like one of those things that happened to older people.
I stepped closer to the landing.
Noah stood in the entryway.
Navy suit.
White shirt.
That ridiculous bow tie perfectly straight.
In one hand, he held a small corsage.
He was smiling.
Mom wasn’t.
She was staring at him.
“Mrs. Jane?”
Mom blinked. “Oh. Noah. Hi.”
In one hand, he held a small corsage.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
But she wasn’t.
I knew my mother.
