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.
He had Down syndrome, but that was never what defined our friendship. Ethan was funny.
Stubborn. He could remember baseball statistics from years earlier and had a habit of telling me exactly what he thought—including that my drawings looked “like potatoes with arms.”
One afternoon, our teacher announced she was getting married. While everyone argued about wedding cakes, Ethan proudly declared that his wedding would have chocolate cake and “no slow, boring songs.”
A boy across the table laughed. “Who’s going to marry you? Nobody will.”
I didn’t fully understand why he said it. But I saw Ethan’s smile disappear.
“That’s stupid,” I snapped. “Someone will love Ethan.” He looked at me seriously.
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