My Terminally Ill Mother Stayed Up All Night Sewing My Prom Dress—Her Words When She Finished It Left Me Shattered

frightened me more than the clicking itself.

One night I woke up thirsty and found her hunched over the machine with one hand pressed against her ribs.

“Mom?”

She jumped.

“You should be asleep.”

“So should you.”

“I’m almost done with this seam.”

“You said that yesterday.”

A tiny smile appeared.

“It’s a very long seam.”

As I stepped closer, I noticed small drops continue reading …