meant for “important things.” School. College. Big moments.
Apparently, Carla had a different idea of what “important” meant.
Prom came up about a month ago.
She was sitting at the kitchen table scrolling through her phone when I said carefully, “Prom is in three weeks. I need a dress.”
She didn’t even look up.
“Prom dresses are a ridiculous waste of money.”
I tried again. “Mom left money for things like this.”
That’s when she laughed.
Not a real laugh. One of those small, sharp ones meant to cut.
“That
