When my stepsister Nora asked me to sew six special bridesmaid dresses, I agreed, hoping it might help us become closer. I spent $400 from our baby savings on all the fabrics, threads, and materials. But when I delivered the dresses, she called them my “gift” and laughed when I mentioned payment. That’s when fate stepped in, at just the right moment.
The call came on a Tuesday morning while I was holding my four-month-old son, Liam, on my hip.
“Eliza? It’s Nora. I really need your help,” she said.
I shifted Liam to my other arm, wincing as he grabbed a handful of my hair. “What’s wrong?”
