My Daughter’s Classmates Held Prom in Her Hospital Room Because She Couldn’t Attend Due to Her Illness – Then One of Them Handed Me an Envelope and Said, ‘Here’s the Real Reason We’re Here’

the journal beneath her blanket.

“Just girl stuff.”

A moment later, her phone buzzed.

The name on the screen made her smile.

Daryl.

Her best friend since middle school.

The boy who never forgot birthdays, always carried extra pencils, and somehow knew exactly when she needed someone to talk to.

“He’s texting again?” I teased.

Carol smiled softly.

“He’s just continue reading …