some time. Prom has always been a dream of mine: dressing up in a stunning, blue, sparkling gown, applying make-up I never wear, dancing under the flashing lights, experiencing an everlasting memory. My father was always part of the dream. I expected him to be there to experience the night with me, taking pictures, meeting my friends. All in all, being a father. He was willing to help with the expenses of the night, but when it came to the actual preparations, he was nowhere to be found. My father became…
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