“I Wore My Father’s Uniform to Prom—They Didn’t Understand Until It Was Too Late”

But they didn’t understand it.

It wasn’t about how it looked.

It was about where I came from.

What I carried 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 just trying to survive in a house that wasn’t mine.

For the first time since my father died—

I felt like myself again.