That night reminded me of something I never wanted to forget:
A person’s disability does not define their ability to be a friend, make memories, or experience meaningful moments.
And sometimes, the most important thing you can do for someone is simply treat them like the person they have always been.
Twelve Years After That Pinkie Promise
When I was six, I thought I was promising my best friend that we’d attend a dance together.
I didn’t realize I was making a promise about friendship.
I didn’t know that twelve years later, we’d have to defend that promise against fear and other people’s assumptions.
But I’m glad we kept it.
Because some promises are worth keeping—not because they are easy, but because they remind us who we were before the world taught us to overthink everything.
And that night, standing beside my best friend under the lights, I realized something else:
Sometimes the smallest promise you make as a child can become one of the most meaningful memories of your life.
