{"id":1120,"date":"2026-08-15T15:27:29","date_gmt":"2026-08-15T15:27:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/recipecorner.delicedcook.com\/?p=1120"},"modified":"2026-08-15T15:27:29","modified_gmt":"2026-08-15T15:27:29","slug":"at-6-i-promised-my-best-friend-with-down-syndrome-wed-go-to-prom-together-12-years-later-mom-said-i-could-go-with-him-only-on-one-condition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/recipecorner.delicedcook.com\/?p=1120","title":{"rendered":"At 6, I Promised My Best Friend with Down Syndrome We’d Go to Prom Together \u2013 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go with Him Only on One Condition"},"content":{"rendered":"
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When I was six, I pinkie-promised my best friend that we’d go to prom together someday. Twelve years later, he arrived at my door holding my corsage. I was ready to leave when Mom pulled me upstairs, locked the door, and said I could go with him only after hearing the truth she’d hidden for years.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My mother locked my bedroom door on prom night.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That was the moment I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Downstairs, Noah was waiting for me in a navy suit and the bow tie he’d been talking about since November.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I could hear him chatting with my aunt through the floor.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then Mom turned toward me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“You can go with Noah tonight, Chrissy. But only on one condition. I need one promise from you.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“But only on one condition.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I stared at her.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I know. That’s generally how dates work.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I’m serious.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Her voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Okay…” I actually laughed. “Let me guess. Midnight?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Eleven-thirty?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Christina.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The fact that she used my full name wiped the smile off my face.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mom’s hands were trembling.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Her voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“You have to hear something first.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“About what, Mom?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Her eyes flicked toward the closed bedroom door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“About Noah.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My heart pounded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What about him?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“And about me.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She sat on the edge of my bed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What about him?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Then she said something I never expected.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I owe both of you the truth.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah and I met because of raisins.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We were six.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Our first-grade teacher had given everyone those little red boxes during snack time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was quietly stuffing mine beneath a napkin when the boy beside me whispered, “That’s smart.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I owe both of you the truth.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked over.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He was doing exactly the same thing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“You hate them?” I asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“They’re old grapes.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I considered this.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“They are.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Old grapes are gross,” he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That settled it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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By lunch, we were best friends.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then dinosaurs helped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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By lunch, we were best friends.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah knew an unreasonable amount about dinosaurs and had strong opinions about which one would win in a fight.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I drew them.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Badly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The first time I showed him my Tyrannosaurus rex, he stared at the page for several seconds.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What is… that? It looks like a potato with arms!”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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” It looks like a potato with arms!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I shoved him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He laughed so loudly our teacher separated us.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah had Down syndrome.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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At six, that mattered to me considerably less than the fact that he cheated at dinosaur trivia by memorizing the answers before asking me the questions.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Our friendship was simple.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Until another kid made it complicated.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah had Down syndrome.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One afternoon, our teacher announced she was getting married.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The class exploded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Everyone had opinions.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Chocolate cake.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Vanilla cake.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Flowers.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Music.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Somebody insisted a wedding needed a trampoline.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah raised his hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“My wedding will have chocolate cake.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Our teacher smiled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Excellent choice, Noah.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“My wedding will have chocolate cake.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“And no slow songs, Miss Veronica.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why not?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“They’re boring.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A boy across our table snorted.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“You’re not getting married, dude.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah looked at him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Yes, I am.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“To who?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I don’t know yet.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The boy laughed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Nobody’s going to marry you.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I remember the exact second Noah’s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Nobody’s going to marry you.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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He looked down at his hands.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Something hot rose in my chest.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“That’s mean, Roger.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The boy turned toward me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Somebody will love Noah.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Then you marry him.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A wave of giggles rippled through the classroom.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“That’s enough, boys and girls,” the teacher said, silencing the room.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Somebody will love Noah.”<\/p>\n

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But I could see Noah was upset.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Later, after class, he looked at me with serious eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Chrissy… would you… love me?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I considered it for a moment.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Maybe I will,” I said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah immediately looked up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Really?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I suddenly realized I had talked myself into a very serious situation.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Maybe.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Chrissy… would you… love me?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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He considered that.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then I remembered something my older cousin had been talking about.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“But first we have to go to prom,” I added.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What’s prom?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“A dance.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah frowned.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“We have dances now.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“No. Prom is when we’re almost grown-ups.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Oh.” He held out his pinkie. “Promise?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What’s prom?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I hooked mine around his.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Promise.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I forgot about it by dinner.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah didn’t.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Twelve years is a long time for a friendship to survive childhood.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ours somehow did.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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We didn’t always have the same classes. We made other friends. We developed different interests.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah became obsessed with baseball.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I forgot about it by dinner.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I became obsessed with art.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He tried teaching me baseball statistics.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I retaliated by making him visit art museums.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Neither campaign succeeded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then, when we were 12, my parents divorced.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That changed me in ways I didn’t understand at the time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Our house became quieter.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then, when we were 12, my parents divorced.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Dad moved into an apartment 20 minutes away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Mom started pretending she wasn’t crying.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I started pretending I didn’t notice.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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At school, I stopped eating much at lunch.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah noticed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He never asked me to explain.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He just sat beside me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sometimes he talked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Sometimes he didn’t.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He never asked me to explain.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Once, he spent 15 straight minutes explaining why our baseball team needed a new relief pitcher.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I understood approximately four words.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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It helped anyway.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Years later, when I failed my first driving test, Noah appeared at our house carrying two ice creams.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why two?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“One because you tried,” he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“One because you tried.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I smiled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“And the other?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Because you drove badly.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I threw a pillow at him.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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At 16, when I told him I wanted to quit art because a girl in my class had laughed at one of my paintings, he stole the ugliest dinosaur drawing I’d ever made.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Because you drove badly.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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The next morning, I found it taped inside his locker.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Noah!”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why is that there?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He inspected it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Still looks like a potato with arms.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Then take it down,” I demanded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Because you can’t quit yet, Chrissy.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Why not?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Because the dinosaurs haven’t improved.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Still looks like a potato with arms.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I laughed despite myself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That was Noah.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He never gave speeches.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He just stayed long enough for whatever hurt to become bearable.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And when my first boyfriend dumped me three weeks before junior homecoming, Noah showed up with chocolate ice cream.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He sat beside me on the porch while I cried.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He just stayed long enough for whatever hurt to become bearable.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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After 10 silent minutes, he finally spoke.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I told you he was an idiot.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked at him through swollen eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“No, you didn’t.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I thought it.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“That doesn’t count.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“It should.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I laughed so hard I nearly choked on my ice cream.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah still tells that story.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I still threaten him every time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I told you he was an idiot.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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So when senior prom came around, there was never really a question about who I wanted to go with.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But Noah apparently believed there was.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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One afternoon in February, he found me by my locker.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Chrissy.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Yes?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Do you remember first grade?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I pretended to think.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His face dropped.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Seriously?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Do you remember first grade?”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“Noah, I’m kidding.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He glared at me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“That’s not funny.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“It was a little funny.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“No.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Then he held out his pinkie.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And suddenly I was six again.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Raisins.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Dinosaurs.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A cruel little boy.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A promise I had forgotten that afternoon and somehow spent 12 years keeping anyway.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And suddenly I was six again.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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I hooked my pinkie around his.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Prom?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Noah nodded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Prom.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then his entire face lit up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I already bought the bow tie.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I blinked. “When?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“November.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Noah, it was November.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Exactly.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Stores run out of things,” he said.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“I already bought the bow tie.”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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“They were not going to run out of bow ties.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“You don’t know that.”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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That was how Noah officially asked me to prom.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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***<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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On prom night, I was upstairs fighting with an earring when the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My aunt called up.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Chrissy! He’s here!”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Tell him two minutes!”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“Chrissy! He’s here!”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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From just beyond the front door, Noah’s voice filtered in.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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“She said that 15 minutes ago!”<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Traitor.<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I finished the earring and checked myself in the mirror.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Pretty dress.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Hair curled.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Makeup that had taken my aunt almost an hour.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was nervous.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not about Noah.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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About everything else.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I was nervous.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n

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Prom had always seemed like one of those things that happened to older people.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then suddenly I was the older person.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I grabbed my purse.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Before I reached the stairs, I heard Mom open the front door.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then silence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Not normal silence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The kind that makes you stop moving.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Prom had always seemed like one of those things that happened to older people.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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