At 6, I Promised My Best Friend We’d Go to Prom Together — 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go With Him Only on ONE Condition Ethan became my best friend in first grade after we discovered we both hated raisins and loved dinosaurs.

From downstairs, Ethan yelled:

“She said that fifteen minutes ago!”

Traitor.

I checked myself in the mirror.

Dress.

Curled hair.

Makeup my aunt had spent nearly an hour doing.

I was nervous.

Not about Ethan.

About prom.

About graduation.

About suddenly realizing childhood was almost over.

Then Mom opened the front door downstairs.