The more difficult part was growing up under constant stares. No one at school ever said anything openly cruel, but I always noticed the lingering glances, quiet whispers, and curious questions. It hurt more than I admitted.
Still, by senior year, I had mastered pretending none of it affected me.
So when prom season arrived, I told my mom I didn’t want to attend.
“You can’t hide forever, Cindy,” she told me. “One terrible thing already changed your life once. Don’t let it keep making choices for you. Prom only happens once.”…continue reading …
