I cut my stepdaughter’s late mom’s dresses

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Her eyes flicker slightly at that.

“I can sew,” I continue. “Not perfectly, not like before, but I can try to put them back together. Or we can do it together. However you want.”

She looks at me fully now, searching my face, just like her father did.

“Why?” she asks.

Because I finally understand.

“Because she matters,” I say gently. “And so do you.”

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