10/12/2025
I was 14 when cancer took my mother. One day, while going through her closet, I found HER WEDDING DRESS wrapped in soft fabric. It was perfect, and I promised myself that one day I would wear it. Three years later, my dad remarried. At first, Sandra, my stepmother, seemed kind. But soon she began throwing away everything that had belonged to my mother. She replaced the pillows, dishes, and even the books on the shelves that my mom once bought. Only the dress survived, hidden deep in my closet. Years passed. I grew up, met Daniel, and when he proposed, I knew exactly what I would wear. When I tried on my mom's dress, the satin gleamed, the lace fit perfectly — for a moment, it felt like my mother was right there with me. Then Sandra appeared in the doorway and cleared her throat: "OH MY GOD. You're actually going to wear that? IT'S OLD AND CHEAP! Everyone will whisper that you showed up in rags!" "But it's my mother's dress," I whispered. She rolled her eyes. The next day, just an HOUR before the ceremony, I opened the garment bag. EMPTY. My chest tightened as I searched everywhere. Then her voice came: "Looking for something?!" "You didn't see my wedding dress, did you?" Her eyes sparkled with triumph. "IN THE TRASH! Where it always belonged. I saved our family from embarrassment! BETTER NO WEDDING AT ALL THAN ONE IN THAT RAG!" I clutched the empty bag, gasping for air as tears streamed down my face. And then, I heard a firm KNOCK ON THE DOOR. ⬇️Full story in 1st comment👇
