My daughter gave up her dream prom dress to give it to a girl who couldn't afford one, and put on a suit instead. When she entered the gym, the principal cried and called the police.
Eight months, Nora was saving for this dress.
He looked at noisy twins, cleared the neighbors' garages and walked home with blisters on his feet, but always said,
It's worth it, Mom.
The dress was lovely. When he dressed her, he looked at himself in the mirror as if for the first time he was really seeing his own beauty.
Then came the evening of the prom.
In front of the entrance to the sports hall, Nora saw a girl named Kalina crying behind the drink machines. He was protecting his face with his hands. Her “dress” was an old skirt left by a church, and a vest with a missing button.
“Mommy was out of a job,” Kalina whispered. “I told everyone I wasn’t coming, but I just wanted a normal night.”
Nora looked at her dress.
Then he looked at me.
"No," I replied quietly, though I already knew what he was going to do.
Because she unzipped the dress zipper.
Twenty minutes later, Kalina entered the ball glowing, dressed in a beautiful dress.
And Nora came in with her late father's black suit. That was the only thing I could find at home and bring to the school.
The heads turned. Some chuckled.
Then the principal noticed her.
The woman stopped by the table with the drinks. The glass slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor.
She stared at Nora's jacket.
Then he ran to her.
"How did this suit end up in your house?" she shouted.
Nora took a step back.
It was my father’s.
The principal shut her mouth. Tears flowed down her face. Then she pulled out her phone.
"Yes," she said. "I need police at the school." Right away.
I couldn't believe it. The principal continued to hold my daughter's hand tight and refused to explain what was happening.
