My DIL Laughed at the Pink Wedding Dress I Sewed for Myself – She Never Expected My Son to Step In

A few stitches were uneven, and the zipper caught slightly at the side. But it didn’t matter. For the first time in decades, I felt like I was standing in something that reflected me.

Not the tired version I had learned to live as, but the woman I’d always kept tucked away.

At the hall, the air buzzed with warmth. Guests came up to hug me and some even complimented the dress.

“So unique,” one said.

“You look radiant,” said another.

I started to believe it… until Emily arrived.

She walked in, full of confidence, looked me up and down, and smirked.

“She looks like a cupcake at a child’s birthday party!” she said loud enough for half the room to hear. “All that pink… aren’t you embarrassed?”

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