My Stepmom Copied the Prom Dress My Late Mom Made for Me—She Never Expected 200 People to Turn Against Her

I’d seen in weeks.

“Working.”

“You should be sleeping.”

“I’ve slept enough.”

She held up a pattern.

“For what?”

“For your prom.”

I stared at her.

“Mom… that’s almost a year away.”

“So?”

“You don’t have to make me anything.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

“Because I want to.”

She patted the empty chair beside her.

“Come here.”

I sat carefully beside the hospital bed we had continue reading …