I Didn’t Understand My Mom’s Dress Until After She Was Gone
When I look back on my wedding day, the detail that lingers isn’t the vows, the flowers, or even the photographs. It’s the moment my mother walked in wearing a dress she’d bought from a thrift store. A sudden rush of shame rose in me, unfair and unkind, as if her clothes somehow reflected on…
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