It was finally here. I couldn’t believe it! I had waited eighteen years for this very day, and it was finally here: Senior Prom.
I went to sleep last night at a decent time so that I would be refreshed for prom the next day. Count in the fact that I also was assisting at the Color Run in the morning that my sister was in charge of in Macomb. When I woke up on that sunny Saturday morning, everything was normal. My mom, sister, and her boyfriend all rallied to get everything in order for when we returned before officially heading to Macomb for the run. They were all participating in the actual event while I was put in charge of throwing the “paint” and any other small things that needed to be done throughout the morning.
The race began and I was left all alone, but that was fine with me. I had time to myself to dream about what was soon to be my perfect prom night. I would have my friends, family, and a guy that made me happy by my side, also known as my best friend. Then again, all I could think about was how all my friends would be sitting at a table together while I was on the opposite end of the gymnasium. It hurt, but I couldn’t change anything about it.
So anyways, the color run finished about an hour or so after it started and although I was bored that entire time I was glad I was able to help. As soon as it was finished, we all got in the car and headed back to Astoria to get me ready for prom. I was as ecstatic as a puppy when he was given a new toy to play with. I had my dream dress and was able to see my entire family before jetting off to Quincy with my friends that night.
Once at home, my eldest sister and her husband made the decision to go mushroom hunting while mom did my hair and make up. Everything was fine and dandy all day. Since my dress was kind of vintage looking, we decided to tie my hair in a knot at the nape of my neck and place some jewels throughout it. It was the perfect hair do for my halter dress with the open back. She did my make up lightly, so as not to make my face look too tan but just enough to stand out like the dress. I was ready for pictures.
My mom loves taking pictures. She photographs everything from landscape and flowers to our annual Christmas pictures. If you needed a baby picture taken, she would be the one to call. I always thought she should’ve been a photographer and have tried to convince her to open up her own side photography business with her nursing degree, but she never budged. She just wanted to do it for fun.
Matt, my other sisters’ boyfriend, was helping me get my shoes on while everyone else was talking in the living room. As I walked out into the living with my heels on, I see my mom run into the kitchen with her camera. I thought maybe she needed batteries or she had left her camera chip in the junk drawer. Until my sister speaks up.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
Confused, we all head into the kitchen to find my mom and dad were standing by the fridge. Mom was clutching at her chest and gripping the kitchen counter.
“I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe,” she says to my father. Alex makes the executive decision to call 911, thinking maybe she was having a heart attack. Once the paramedics get to the house, everything becomes real. Something was wrong with my mom, and they didn’t know how to fix it. My brother-in-law Jerad and Matt took me outside to take pictures of me in my dress while everyone else was inside trying to figure out what was going on. After pictures, Matt drives me up to my uncle’s house to wait for my date, whom I text and tell to pick me up at the first house instead of the second.
I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to go to prom anymore. I want to be with my mom. Questions are running through my head, trying to figure out what is going on. What was supposed to be my perfect day has become a tornado destroying my life piece by piece.
Forced to go since it would be my last, I attended prom with my friend Brendan. I had mentioned to him that there were some things going on with my mom and that she and my father would not be able to attend the promenade.