My Mom Sewed Me a Wedding Dress Just 3 Days Before Her Death – I Couldn’t Forgive What Happened to It Minutes Before the Ceremony

All I wanted was to honor my mother on the most important day of my life. Instead, I found myself facing a betrayal that nearly broke me—minutes before I walked down the aisle.

I’m 26, and if you told me I’d be writing my life’s story with shaking hands, I would have laughed. But what happened on my wedding day still makes me sick when I remember.

A bride on her wedding day | Source: Pexels

I adjusted the veil on my head, my hands trembling as I stared at my reflection. My heart pounded like a warning drum. The bridal suite was quiet except for the low hum of wind outside the window. My dress, my mother’s final gift, hung by the window, glowing softly like it had a soul of its own.

I reached for the edge of the silk bodice and smiled, remembering the day she unwrapped the fabric. That moment was etched in my memory like a prayer. She had already been so tired. The cancer had returned with a vengeance, and the doctors had stopped using hopeful words.

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