I sewed a dress from my dad’s shirts for prom in his honor — my classmates laughed, but then the principal took the microphone, and the entire room fell silent.

I sewed a dress from my dad’s shirts for prom in his honor — my classmates laughed, but then the principal took the microphone, and the entire room fell silent.
My mom died during childbirth. After that, it was just my dad and me.
He packed my lunches, made pancakes every Sunday, and learned how to braid my hair by watching YouTube videos.
Last year, he was diagnosed with cancer.
He had always dreamed of seeing me graduate from high school.
But that never happened. A few months before prom, he passed away.
My heart shattered into a thousand pieces.
I moved in with my aunt.
While the other girls at school were choosing designer dresses for prom, I realized I wanted something different.
I remember how my dad wore shirts to work every single day. We used to joke that his closet was full of nothing but shirts.