For a brief but lovely moment, I felt like my late mother was with me while wearing a prom dress that my father had sewn from her wedding gown.
After that, my cruelest teacher made fun of me in front of everyone, but the entire evening changed when an officer entered.
I genuinely believed my dad had gone insane when I first saw him sewing in the living room.
He was an older plumber than several of my pupils, with cracked hands, terrible knees, and work boots. His skill set did not include sewing.
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