Gary just stood beside me.
She lifted the fabric.
Prom night came anyway.
I almost didn’t go, but I stood in my room wearing the dress. For a second, I saw Mom in my face.
Then I saw myself, tired and angry but still standing.
I touched the tiny blue K inside the lining. “I won’t disappear, Mama.”
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Downstairs, Dad sat with a newspaper open in his lap.
When he looked up, his face broke. “Delilah. You look just like your mother.”
“I won’t disappear, Mama.”
For a moment, I waited for more.
Then Shirley called from the kitchen, “Let’s hope she doesn’t spend the whole night crying like her.”
Dad flinched.
I looked at him. “Say something.”
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He lowered his eyes. “Shirley, please.”
Shirley appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a towel. “You don’t want to be late.”
“Shirley, please.”
“No,” I said, picking up my clutch. “I don’t.”
When Gary arrived, his smile disappeared the second he saw me.
“Is it too much?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Beautiful.”
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At prom, I almost breathed normally.
Sarah found us near the punch table. “Delilah, that dress is gorgeous. Is it vintage?”
“Is it too much?”
“My mom made it.”
Her face softened.
Gary handed me punch. “She’d be proud.”
Then the side doors opened for the parent chaperones.
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I turned, looking for Dad.
Instead, I saw Shirley.
“She’d be proud.”
My cup slipped from my hand.
Shirley walked in wearing my dress.
Same dusty pink fabric. Same bodice. Same rosettes. Only Mom’s tiny blue K was missing.
A parent whispered, “Is that her mother?”
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