I looked at my great-grandma Alma, sitting in her chair watching an old black-and-white movie.
“Did you ever go to prom?” I asked.
She chuckled, “Sweetheart, girls like me didn’t get invited to prom back then.”

That stayed with me. Alma had raised four kids, lost her husband too soon, and was still the strongest, funniest woman I knew. Right then, I made up my mind—I was taking her to prom.

At first, she laughed it off. “What would I even wear?”
“Something amazing,” I said.

A week later, she wore a shiny blue dress, and I matched my tie to it. When we walked in, the room burst into applause. Alma didn’t just attend—she danced! She laughed, twirled, and even did a shimmy to Bruno Mars.

Then the DJ announced a song for the “Queen of the Prom”—Alma. “Always” by Ella Fitzgerald. Her eyes lit up.
“That was our song,” she whispered. I held her hand as we danced, wrapped in her memories.

At night’s end, they crowned her honorary prom queen. Her smile said it all.

The next day, we went viral. But the real magic? One unforgettable night that proved every moment counts.