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

helped me reach and her love carried me through.

Today it hangs safely inside a garment bag in my closet.

Sometimes, when life feels unbearably heavy, I unzip the bag and run my fingers across the emerald silk.

And instantly I hear the sewing machine again.

Three o’clock in the morning.

Click.

Pause.

Click.

Pause.

I see my mother bent over the fabric.

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