Prom night wasn’t something I was excited about. Advertisement I just wanted to get through it. Advertisement Smile when I had to. Stay quiet. Go home. Advertisement That was the plan. But everything changed the moment I walked down the stairs. I was wearing a dress I had made myself. Not from something new. From my father’s old army uniform. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t meant to be. But it was his. Every piece of fabric held a memory. Every stitch felt like I was holding on to something I wasn’t ready to lose. He had taught me how to... Continues…
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