My mom was only seventeen when she found out she was pregnant with me.
My biological father disappeared as soon as she told him.
Without saying goodbye.s
Without paying maintenance.
Nothing.
Mom missed her prom, gave up her plans to go to college, worked double shifts, and studied late into the night to earn her high school diploma while I slept by her side.
Every time I talked about high school, I always joked about missing their prom.
But I could see the sadness behind her smile.
So when my prom came eighteen years later, I decided that there was only one person I wanted to have by my side.
“Mom,” I said, extending the invitation, “you missed your prom because you were raising me. Come to mine.
At first it was laughed.
Then he realized that he was serious and began to cry.
My stepfather, Mike, loved the idea.
My half-sister Brianna, no.
“Are you going to take your MOM?” he laughed. That’s really pathetic.
Then he looked at Mom.
“And what are you supposed to wear?” One of those old dresses she wears to go to church?
I ignored her.
On the night of the dance, Mom went down the stairs in a delicate blue dress and beautifully curly hair.
For the first time, she didn’t seem like that exhausted woman who had spent her whole life taking care of others.
She looked like the seventeen-year-old girl who had never had her special night.
But as soon as we got to school, Brianna approached her friends.
He looked at mom from top to bottom and laughed.
Why is she here? Is this a prom or the day of “Bring your parents to school”?
Her friends laughed.
Mom’s smile disappeared.
Then Brianna leaned towards her.
“Honestly, you look ridiculous.
I felt my hands tight.
But before I could say anything, I saw someone standing several meters behind her.
Mike.
His father.
I had heard every word.
His expression changed.
Then he slowly walked towards his daughter and said something that made the entire courtyard remain in absolute silence… 
