“You look so beautiful.”

This was the last sentence my mother ever said to me. I was 15 going to my first homecoming at a new school in a new town. She was in a nursing home recovering from hip surgery because her cancer had eaten through her bones. It was the last thing she ever said at all. I didn’t want to go to the dance, because I wanted to be with her every moment, but she insisted. She passed away the next day.

It’s been 6 years and I still hate when people say that sentence to me.