Some said I would grow up and also walk with a mop. Others laughed saying I smelled of detergent. In the corridors you would always hear whispers, giggles and poisonous comments.
I listened to everything. I saw how they looked among themselves when my grandmother walked down the hallway with her cleaning cart.
But I never said anything. I didn't want it to hurt. She worked honestly for me to have a normal life, and I found it unfair to make her feel guilty about it.
That's how the years went. And the day of graduation came.
Everyone was talking about who they would invite to dance. The girls chose dresses, the boys talked about the parties after the dance.
But I've known for some time who I would invite. When I asked my grandmother, at first she thought she was joking.
Several times he said it was a bad idea. He said it had no place there among the young. But that night he finally came.
She wore an old flower dress she had kept for many years. Before I left I was nervous and all the time I apologized because I didn't have a nice outfit. It looked better than anyone.
When the music started playing, the boys started inviting the girls to dance.
I was standing on the side for a while. Then I went straight to my grandmother and reached out to her.
“Shall we dance?”
He got a little confused, but he agreed. And just at that moment a wave of laughter ran through the room.
Someone shouted out loud:
What's the matter, you didn't find girls your age?
Another voice added:
He brought the cleaner to the prom!
I felt my grandmother's hand shaking slightly. He was trying to smile, but quietly he said maybe it would be better to go home so I wouldn't ruin my night.
