As the music began to play, it was an old favorite that my great-grandma had mentioned before, from when she was young. The familiar tune of “Always” by Ella Fitzgerald filled the room, and suddenly, Alma’s eyes sparkled even more brightly.
“Want to tell me about it?” I asked, curious about the song’s significance.
“Ah,” she sighed happily. “This was my song with your great-grandpa.
We used to dance to it in our living room.”
She closed her eyes, lost in what looked like a sweet memory. I took her hand, and we danced slowly, making space for old dreams and memories to flow.
The rest of the crowd watched silently, respecting this poignant moment, snapping it mentally into a cherished keepsake.
After the dance, I stepped aside as my schoolmates and their dates took turns dancing with Alma. She was in her element, full of life, chatting, laughing, and teaching some of her old-fashioned dance moves to the students.
The most unexpected moment of the night came when the prom king and queen were announced. To everyone’s surprise—especially mine—Alma was crowned as the honorary prom queen!
A student council member adjusted a makeshift crown over her perfectly styled hair and offered her a sash that read “Prom’s Best Spirit.”
