Every Graduate’s Sibling Had to Make Them a Gift for Prom – I Worried About My Brother with Down Syndrome Until I Saw What He’d Made Me Enima

“The microphone was too tall.”

Mom burst out laughing.

Danny grinned.

I turned around fully.

“I’m sorry.”

“No.”

He waited.

“For deciding what you could handle before asking you.”

His face softened.

“Okay.”

“They did.”

My stomach tightened.

“They did?”

“Yes.”

“Who?”