My Stepmom Destroyed the Skirt I Made from My Late Dad’s Ties—Karma Knocked on Our Door That Same Night

Prom was coming up in six weeks, and honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go. Grief sat on my chest like a lead weight every morning.

But then, late one night while going through the bag of ties, I had an idea that made my heart skip a beat.

Dad had always worn ties, even on casual Fridays when nobody else at his office bothered. His collection had wild colors, goofy patterns, stripes, and polka dots.

After examining all those patterns, I decided to create something special that would allow him to be there with me on one of the biggest nights of my high school life.

So, I taught myself to sew. I watched YouTube videos until three in the morning, practiced stitches on old fabric scraps, and slowly, carefully stitched his ties together into a long, flowing skirt.

Each tie carried a specific memory that made my chest ache.

The paisley one was from his big job interview when I was 12. The navy blue was the one he wore to my middle school recital when I had a solo. The silly one covered with little guitars?

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