Dad and I moved through each day carefully, pretending the empty chair at the dinner table didn’t hurt as much as it did.
Then Dad started dating Alexis. Four months later, she and her daughter, Brianna, moved into our home. One of the first things Alexis did was pack away every trace of my mother.
Brianna was my age and went to my school. At first, she and Alexis were quietly unkind. Then they became bolder.
When prom season arrived, Dad gave Alexis money to buy dresses for both of us. For the first time, she smiled at me like she actually cared.
But the next evening, when she handed me my garment bag, I knew something was wrong.
Inside was an old mustard-gold dress that smelled faintly of storage. Across the hall, Brianna screamed with joy over her sparkling blue gown.
At prom, Brianna made sure everyone noticed me.
“Did someone lose a bet tonight?” she called out.
People laughed. I wanted to disappear.
Then Ms. Carter, one of the teachers, came over and asked to look at my dress. After studying the stitching, her eyes filled with tears.
“Emma,” she whispered, “your mother wore this to her senior prom.”
My whole body went still.
Alexis hadn’t bought me an ugly dress.
She had taken my mother’s old prom dress from the attic and tried to use it to humiliate me.
I walked straight to her in front of the parent chaperones.
“Where’s the money my dad gave you for my dress?”
Her smile faded.
“This dress belonged to my mother,” I said. “You lied to Dad and let everyone laugh at me.”
The parents around her went silent. Then Dad appeared and finally heard the truth.
Alexis begged me to take the dress off.
I looked down at the fabric my mother had once worn and shook my head.
“No. You thought this would embarrass me. But this is the most meaningful dress I’ve ever worn.”
That night, I stood under the prom lights wearing my mother’s dress, and for the first time in years, I felt like she was with me again.
