My Stepmom Destroyed My Late Mom’s Prom Dress
Lavender Promise
Prom wasn’t about glitter for me—it was about my mom’s lavender satin dress.
Before cancer took her, she promised to keep it safe. I promised I’d wear it.
The Clash
When Dad remarried, Stephanie mocked the dress.
“You’ll look like you pulled it from a thrift bin…
Stop acting like this house belongs to a dead woman.”
Dad quietly told me, “I want to see you in your mom’s dress.”
Ruined, Then Restored
On prom day, the dress was ripped and stained.
Stephanie smirked, “Now you’ll wear the gown that belongs in this century.”
But Grandma rushed in, sewing and scrubbing until lavender bloomed again.
“Go shine for both of you,” she said.
A Stronger Seam
At prom, I whispered, “It was my mom’s.”
Dad later told me, “You look just like your mom.”
Stephanie stormed out, but love stayed.
The mended seam proved: it didn’t break—it held.
