My Daughter Was Told She Was Too Big for the Prom Dress of Her Dreams—Then Her Best Friend Created Something Even More Beautiful

leaning against the railing while Eli sketched in a notebook.

One afternoon, he looked up at me.

“Mrs. Mave,” he said softly.

He always called me that. Never too familiar, never too distant.

“She ate half a sandwich today.”

“Thank you, Eli.”

“For what?”

“For sitting with her.”

He just shrugged, as if it cost him nothing.

But I knew it did.

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