What I Learned From a Dress My Mom Cherished

that I tried to make a light for you, even if it dimmed my own. I love you more than you’ll ever know.” I clutched the dress, feeling the tiny repairs she had sewn by hand, smelling the faint trace of her perfume. Everything I had overlooked suddenly felt unbearable.

Placing the locket around my neck, I whispered an apology into the quiet room. And continue reading …