19/09/2025
I'm 17, and the biggest night of my high school years is here: my graduation.
All my life I've dreamed of wearing my mom's dress—the one she wore to her graduation.
But when I was 12, cancer took her away. THAT DRESS became my anchor.
Years later, my dad remarried. His new wife, Stephanie, only cared about appearances. She threw out my mom's things, calling them "junk," and replaced them with expensive furniture and shiny décor.
The day before graduation, I was twirling in front of the mirror in my mom's dress.
Stephanie said mockingly,
"YOU CAN'T WEAR THAT RAG! You'll bring shame on our family. You're wearing the designer dress I picked out — the one that cost THOUSANDS!"
But I stood my ground: "This is a special dress for me... I'm wearing it."
On the day of the prom, when I went to change, I unzipped the cover and FROZE.
My dress was RUINED. The seam was torn, the satin was stained, as if coffee had been spilled on purpose.
Suddenly, Stephanie appeared in the doorway, smiling: "OH, YOU FOUND IT!"
"You did this? It’s my mother's dress…" I exclaimed, almost crying.
"I'M YOUR MOTHER NOW! ENOUGH! You should have THROWN that dress in the trash a long time ago!"
I almost fainted, but then my grandmother ran in. With trembling hands, she wiped the stains and sewed until she saved the dress.
A few hours later, I put it back on, and that evening, I wore it with pride.
But I didn't know that right after prom, my father would make Stephanie REGRET HER ACTIONS.
He put his hand on my shoulder as HIS EYES DARKENED. ⬇️⬇️⬇️
