My stepmom RUINED the skirt I made from my late dad’s ties to honor him during my prom. – Story
When my dad died last spring, the world went quiet in a way that hurt. He’d been the steady in every storm—the too-sweet pancakes, the groan-worthy jokes, the pep talks that ended with, “You can do anything, sweetheart.” After Mom died when I was eight, it was just us for nearly a decade—until he married…