The school gym had been transformed with string lights everywhere, a DJ in the corner, and the whole room smelling like someone had been a little heavy-handed with the floral centerpieces.
I wore a deep blue dress I’d found at the consignment shop downtown and altered myself. Grandpa wore the navy suit, freshly pressed, with a pocket square I’d cut from the same fabric as my dress so we’d match.
When I pushed his wheelchair through the gym doors, people turned.
The much-awaited prom night arrived last Friday.
A few students started murmuring, softly at first and then more loudly. Some looked surprised. Some looked genuinely moved. I held my head up, smiled, and pushed us into the room.
I thought we had made it. For a moment, it really felt like we had.
For about 90 seconds, it was everything I’d hoped it would be.
Then Amber noticed us. She said something to the girls beside her, and the three of them walked over together with the purposeful stride of people who had decided something.
I held my head up, smiled, and pushed us into the room.
Amber looked Grandpa up and down the way you look at something you find amusing.
“Wow!” she said loudly enough for the circle of students forming around us. “Did the nursing home lose a patient?”
A few people laughed. Others went very still.
My hands tightened on the wheelchair handles.
“Amber… please… stop.”
She wasn’t done. “Prom is for dates… not charity cases!”
“Did the nursing home lose a patient?”
More laughter followed. Someone nearby even pulled out their phone. I could feel the heat rising in my face.
Then I felt the wheelchair move.
Grandpa rolled himself forward slowly toward the DJ booth in the corner. The DJ watched him coming and, to his credit, turned the music down without being asked.
The gym went quiet as Grandpa took the microphone.
He looked directly at Amber across the silent room and said, “Let’s see who embarrasses whom.”
Grandpa rolled himself forward slowly toward the DJ booth.
Amber snorted. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Grandpa added with the smallest smile, “Amber, come dance with me.”
A wave of shocked laughter rippled through the crowd.
Someone in the back said, “Oh my God!”
The DJ was grinning. Students started cheering. Amber stared at Grandpa for a second as if she’d misheard.
Then she laughed again. “Why on earth would you think I’d dance with you, old man? Is this some kind of joke?”
Grandpa looked at her and said, “Just try.”
“Why on earth would you think I’d dance with you, old man?”
Amber didn’t move. For a moment, she just stood there. The cheers around her faded as every eye in the gym turned toward her.
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