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Inside were documents. Official. Real.
Support. Protection. A future he made sure I would have—no matter what happened after he was gone.
I didn’t cry.
Not then.
I just held the papers and felt something shift inside me.
For the first time in a long time…
I wasn’t powerless.
When I walked out that door for prom, nothing felt the same.
Not the house.
Not the people inside it.
Not even me.
They had laughed at the dress.
But they didn’t understand it.
It wasn’t about how it looked.
It was about where I came from.
What I carried with me.
What I refused to lose.
