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

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“I didn’t mean—”

“Yes,” she whispered. “You did.”

I sat across from her, crying.

“I can’t leave you.”

She reached for my hand.

Her fingers felt cold.

“Sweetheart, you are supposed to leave me.”

“No.”

“Yes. That’s what children do. They grow up. They build lives. They go places their mothers dreamed of seeing.”

“I don’t want a life that starts with losing continue reading …