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Topic: The Prom (08/02/04)
TITLE: My Prom By Nikita Rojas 08/06/04 |
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I began searching for a prom dress a few months prior to Prom, but I was unable to find a dress fitting my plus sized body. Trying to no avail, I searched store after store to find a Prom dress, the perfect Prom dress. While searching, I found a dress that fit me, but it wasn’t the perfect one, it made me feel like I was an eighty year old woman. My mother said that she adored it, but that was the farthest thing from my mind at the time.
My mother took me to dress store after dress store in order to find my “perfect Prom dress”. After many attempts to find a dress worthy enough to be called my senior prom dress, she decided to dedicate an entire Saturday to my prom dress. By this time in the “Prom preparing” game I was angry, and grumpy at my entire family. After all, it was their fault I couldn’t find a dress. I wasn’t quite sure how that came to be true, but it made sense in my head.
We went to a different mall at what seemed like the crack of dawn and looked around for hours to find a dress. I was ready to give up, and go home when my mother told me to look down the way for another dress store that she had heard about earlier in the day. I then grabbed my younger sister’s arm and headed off down the way to the next store in the crowded mall.
I was prepared to get my heart broken again when I would find that all of the dresses in the store were too small for me, just like in all the other stores.
My sister pressed her face up against the window, and peered into the corner store. The dresses were so beautiful. They would make even the ugliest girl feel like a princess. I put my poker face on, grabbed my sister, and walked into the store. My sister and I searched the tags looking for the sizes I knew would not be there. Yet, every style of dress that I picked out had tags that said my exact size. I started crying. It had taken so long to find this place, and it was worth it.
The dresses hanging up on the racks of the brightly lit store shone like the sun on a beautiful summer’s day. I could hear the hallelujah chorus in the background as I looked with wet eyes at each tag that said that special number. I picked out the perfect dress, and wore it to Prom that next weekend. I recieved many a comment about how beautiful I looked, and many questions about where I got my dress. I truly felt like a princess on my Prom night.
When ever I think of my prom dress ordeal, and how my mother gave up so much to make me happy, I can’t help but think about God, and how he does the same for us each of us each and every day. Just like I thought that my mom and the rest of my family had ruined my Prom night by not giving me what I wanted immediately, we sometimes think that God ruins our lives in the same fashion. Yet, God knows what is best, he knows the perfect place, timing, and how much better it will be with more time. God always comes through, no matter what the situation, and dedicates so much time to each and every one of us so that we all may also feel like princes and princesses when he comes through for us, and truly appreciate his work even greater.