I Donated My Late Daughter’s Prom Dress 20 Years Ago—Last Week, Someone Knocked on My Door Wearing It

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When she pulled out a yellowed envelope, my knees nearly gave way.

My name and address were written across the front.

In my handwriting.

Madeline held it toward me.

“I thought you should have this back.”

Madeline held it toward me.

I took the envelope.

“I wrote this.”

“I know.”

My eyes snapped to hers.

“How?”

“It’s addressed to Teresa, your daughter.”

“I wrote continue reading …