When I finally stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the emerald gown, heels adding a few inches to my height, I didn’t just see a girl ready for prom. I saw a girl ready to embrace the sparkle her mom always wanted for her.

That evening, as I stepped into the decorated school gym with Alex by my side, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Not just for the dress and the magical evening, but for the people who reminded me that community and love could light up the darkest of nights.

My night to sparkle was not just a dream fulfilled but a testament to the kindness of others—and the enduring love of a mother who watched over me from beyond.