With help from friends, we found Grandma another gown — and when we walked into that prom, everyone cheered. She laughed, danced, and even won Prom Queen. For one night, she was radiant, proving grace outshines cruelty. Later, my dad discovered Carla’s texts bragging about ruining the dress.

He told her to leave and never come back. That night, Grandma and I danced again under the backyard lights, just us and the stars. And I realized something powerful: love doesn’t need perfection or approval — it just needs to show up, even when others try to tear it apart.