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

In one hand, he held a small corsage.

“You okay?”

“Yes.”

But she wasn’t.

I knew my mother.

Something had changed the second she saw him.

Her eyes dropped to the corsage.

Then to his bow tie.

Then back to his face.

For one strange second, she looked like she’d seen a ghost.

Something had changed the second she saw him.

“Chrissy is almost ready,” she said quickly.

“I am ready.”

Mom turned and saw me on the stairs.

Her face changed again.

“Come upstairs with me.”

“What?”

“Just for a minute.”

“Mom, Noah’s waiting.”

“I know.”

Noah lifted the corsage. “I have this.”

“I can see that,” I said.

“It’s rosemary.”

“Come upstairs with me.”

I paused halfway down.

“Rosemary?”

“The florist said it means remembering.” He looked extremely pleased with himself. “And I remember promises.”

My heart sank.

Mom made a small sound behind me.