At 6, I Promised My Best Friend with Down Syndrome We’d Go to Prom Together – 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go with Him Only on One Condition

For six years, she had watched me defend him, wait for him, rearrange my life for him, and secretly feared I felt obligated. That night, she finally saw what I had always known: I wasn’t going to prom because of a pinkie promise. I was going because, at eighteen, I chose him. No one was saving the other. We were just two people who stayed—and kept continue reading …