I Skipped My Heart Medication To Buy Her A Prom Dress—And Paid The Price

You look like you just crawled out of a sewer.”

The words hit me like a physical blow—a sucker punch to the solar plexus that left me breathless. A sewer.

I wanted to tell her. God, how I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her that Sarah’s dad worked in an air-conditioned office pushing paper while I kept the city’s emergency vehicles running. I wanted continue reading …