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He was not defenseless.
When I walked out that door to go to the prom, nothing was ever the same again.
Not the house.
Not the people inside.
Not even me.
They had laughed at the dress.
But they didn’t understand.
It wasn’t about how he looked.
It was my hometown.
What I was carrying with me.
What I refused to lose.
That night, I didn’t feel invisible.
I didn’t feel small.
I didn’t feel like someone who was simply trying to survive in a house that wasn’t mine.
For the first time since my father died…
