Lily replied with a screenshot and said:
“Love isn’t something you return like a dress. My mom already gave me what mattered. You can have the dress back — I didn’t use it, and it means nothing to me.”
Cassandra blocked her that day. Mark called to apologize, but the damage was done.
I printed Lily’s prom photo and hung it next to a picture of my mom teaching me to sew. Every day, I walk by and remember — the best things in life are made by hand, with love.
Lily’s leaving for college soon. She’s taking the dress — not for parties, but because, she says, “It reminds me that the best things are made with love, not money.”
As for me? I think it’s time to start sewing again.
Because love can’t be bought. But it can be sewn — one stitch at a time — into something that lasts forever.
