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.

“What?”

“One minute.”

“Mom, Ethan’s waiting.”

“I know.”

Ethan lifted the corsage proudly.

“I have this.”

I smiled.

“What flowers?”

“Rosemary.”

I paused.

“Rosemary?”

“The florist said it means remembering.”

He looked very pleased.

“And I remember promises.”

My smile softened.