“This Is For Our New House. You Don’t Need This Anymore!” My Son And Daughter-In-Law Showed Up With A Truck And Cleared Out My Home, Taking My Furniture, Appliances, And Even My Paintings. But As They Reached The Gate, They Hit The Brakes And Stopped Short…

I worked day and night as a seamstress in that small room at the back of the house. My fingers were covered in scars from needle pricks. My eyes grew tired under that flickering yellowish lamp, but I made every stitch thinking of him.

My sewing machine became my only companion. That constant sound lulling me to sleep in the early mornings as I finished sweet 16 dresses, school uniforms, curtains for the neighbors—everything for Michael, always for Michael. When Michael wanted to study engineering, I didn’t hesitate for a second.

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