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

strength she had left.

I cried into her lap like a child.

After a long while, she lifted my chin.

“Go tonight.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“How am I supposed to dance after this?”

“You don’t have to dance. You just have to show up.”

“Why?”

“Because every stitch in that dress says you were loved. I want the world to see that.”

I couldn’t refuse.

So I went.

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