When prom was announced at my school, I wasn’t really thrilled. To be honest, the whole affair felt a little overblown, and I wasn’t dating anyone.
Then I turned to see my great-grandmother, Alma, watching an old black-and-white film while lounging in her recliner.
“Have you ever attended prom?” I questioned her.
She chuckled. “Honey, girls like me weren’t asked to prom in my day.”
That stayed with me. She was the hardest, funniest woman I knew despite having four children and losing my great-grandfather far too soon.
I therefore made up my mind at that very moment.
