The Shredded Dress and the Designer Bag Retribution-
I grew up touching the midnight blue silk of my late mother’s prom dress, a sacred tether to a woman I was slowly forgetting. When my father’s new wife, Brenda, shredded that dress and dumped the bleached, beaded rags in the trash, she claimed she was “doing me a favor” so I could move on…
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