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

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“I know.”

“Then let me.”

She shook her head.

“One day you’ll wear this dress, and every flower will remind you that your mother loved you enough to finish them herself.”

My eyes filled with tears.

She gently brushed my cheek.

“Don’t cry.”

“I’m trying.”

“I didn’t make this dress so you could remember me with sadness.”

“What am I supposed to remember?”

She looked continue reading …