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devastating would it be to confide in someone and have the
confidence disappear? I don’t want to be responsible for that.
But with Rhiannon I can’t resist.
She continues. “So I had my wannabe prom dress. And
then it was Mom’s turn. She surprised me, because she went for
the dresses, too. I’d never really seen her all dressed up before.
And I think that was the most amazing thing to me: It wasn’t
me who was Cinderella. It was her.
“After we picked out our clothes, they put makeup on us
and everything. I thought Mom was going to flip, but she was
actually enjoying it. They didn’t really do much with her— just
a little more color. And that was all it took. She was pretty. I
know it’s hard to believe, knowing her now. But that day, she
was like a movie star. All the other moms were complimenting
her. And when it was time for the actual show, we paraded out
there and people applauded. Mom and I were both smiling,
and it was real, you know?
“We didn’t get to keep the dresses or anything. But I remember
on the ride home, Mom kept saying how great I was.
When we got back to our house, Dad looked at us like we were
aliens, but the cool thing is, he decided to play along. Instead
of getting all weird, he kept calling us his supermodels, and
asked us to do the show for him in our living room, which
we did. We were laughing so much. And that was it. The day
ended. I’m not sure Mom’s worn makeup since. And it’s not
like I turned out to be a supermodel. But that day reminds me
of this one. Because it was a break from everything, wasn’t it?”
“It sounds like it,” I tell her.
“I can’t believe I just told you that.”
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