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

There was no time for that. I got up the next morning and started working double shifts — receptionist during the day, waitress at night. That became my rhythm.

It’s funny how fast survival mode becomes a lifestyle.

Wake up. Work. Cook.

Fold laundry. Repeat. I can’t tell you how many nights I sat alone on the living room floor, eating leftover spaghetti and wondering if this was what the rest of my life would look like.

We didn’t have much, but I made it work.

My wardrobe? Mostly hand-me-downs from neighbors and donations from church. Every now and then I’d patch up old clothes or sew something new for Josh.

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