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I Went to Prom in a Wheelchair with My Dad — What Happened the Next Day Brought Us Both to Tears === When a disabled teen is left heartbroken without a date to prom, her devoted father steps in, determined not to let her miss out on the special night. What begins as a gesture of love soon captures the hearts of everyone around them. But the true surprise comes the next day—when an unexpected reward for his selfless act changes both their lives forever. “Isla, look! Your dad’s here!” The words pierced through the heavy silence surrounding the churchyard. Seventeen-year-old Isla stood beside her mother’s coffin, her cheeks streaked with tears. She turned slowly, unsure of what to expect. There he was—James, the man her mother had spent years painting as a villain. Her father. Her mother, Sandra, and James had divorced when Isla was just seven. Ever since then, her contact with her dad had been nothing but court-mandated child support checks and bitter accusations. He looked older, with grayer stubble and calloused hands. But his eyes… those hadn’t changed. They softened the moment they met hers. “Hey, sweetheart,” James said gently, stepping closer and wrapping her in an awkward but sincere hug. Then he stepped to the casket and laid a simple wreath. “Sir, is that your truck?” one of the guests interrupted, frowning. “It’s blocking half the driveway.” James glanced back at his dusty rig. “Yeah, that’s mine. Sorry, I just saw my daughter for the first time in ten years. I’ll move it right now. Thanks for understanding.” Isla stood quietly, taking in the interaction. For all the stories her mother had told about James being unreliable or drunk, he didn’t seem like that man. She didn’t feel any anger—just a dull ache where a relationship should have been. After the funeral ended and the guests trickled away, James helped Isla pack her things into his truck. “I’m taking you home,” he said simply. She hesitated, her voice tight. “I can’t leave this house. It’s all I have left of her.” James’s jaw clenched, but his voice remained gentle. “I know. But you shouldn’t be alone right now.” Isla didn’t argue. Though her heart was heavy, her legs were even heavier—literally. Since developing a degenerative condition in her left leg at age six, Isla had limped her way through life. Some days she managed on crutches. Most days, she needed her wheelchair. Two days later, Isla found herself in a small, messy house that smelled faintly of motor oil and burnt coffee. James had cleaned it up as best he could. He even gave up his bedroom, bought her a fluffy new mattress, and installed a ramp to the front porch. He didn’t always know what he was doing—he Googled how to braid her hair, burned spaghetti twice, and once left her hoodie in the dryer so long it shrunk—but Isla began to see his efforts for what they were: love in motion. The only thing that confused her was James’s nightly disappearances. Every night after dinner, once she was asleep, James would slip out. Isla remembered what her mother used to say: Your father’s out drinking again. That’s all he ever does. She didn’t want to believe it, but when she came home from school one afternoon to find the door locked and a note scrawled on the porch—“Keys under the pot. Back soon. –Dad”—she felt a stab of disappointment. She made herself pasta, ate alone, and left a bowl for James. That night, she lay in bed crying. “If I weren’t broken,” she whispered into her pillow, “maybe I’d have a prom date.” Her high school prom was only days away, and everyone had someone. Everyone but her. She’d even mustered the courage to ask a few boys if they’d dance with her, only to be laughed at. Who would want to dance with the girl in the wheelchair? James got home around midnight and found her curled into a ball, trying to muffle her sobs. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, rushing to her. “I don’t have a date for prom,” she sobbed. “No one wants me there, Dad. Not like this.” She turned away, burying her tears in the pillow. James didn’t say a word. But the next day, he came home with a dress. It was deep navy blue with a shimmer that reminded Isla of starlight. She gasped when she saw it. “Try it on,” he said with a proud grin. “Why?” she asked, confused. “I’m not going.” James smiled. “You are. With me.” On prom night, as seniors and their dates arrived in sleek cars and glittering gowns, the roar of a truck engine turned heads in the parking lot. James hopped out in a worn suit jacket and faded jeans. From the back of the truck, he gently lifted Isla’s wheelchair and helped her down, adjusting the dress over her lap with care. They rolled down the red carpet together—father and daughter. Whispers rose from the crowd. 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