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

you.”

Tears filled her eyes.

But she didn’t look away.

“You already started losing me, Lily. Don’t lose yourself, too.”

After that conversation, she became even more determined.

The dress slowly came together.

First the lining.

Then the bodice.

Then the skirt.

Then the beads.

Some evenings, when her pain became unbearable, she asked me to help.

“Sit,” she said continue reading …