My grandfather stitched my prom dress just five days before he passed away — my classmates mocked me, until the most popular boy in school stepped in and taught them a lesson.

of her friends, turned red. Nobody laughed.

Glenn walked off the stage, crossed the whole ballroom, and stopped in front of me.

“Would you dance with me?”

I nodded because I couldn’t speak. The crowd parted as if it were nothing. As we danced, tears slid down my cheeks, and I didn’t bother wiping them away.

Grandpa had once mentioned a kid at the shop,continue reading …