But I didn’t back down. “This is a special dress for me… I’m wearing it.”
“Your mom’s gone, Megan. She’s been gone for a long time. I’m your mother now, and as your mother, I won’t let you make a fool out of us.”
My hands trembled as I pressed the satin against my chest, like I was holding onto my mom herself. “This is all I have left of her,” I whispered.
She threw her hands up dramatically.
“Oh, enough with this nonsense! I’ve raised you for years, given you a home, and everything you could want. And how do you thank me? By clinging to some outdated rag that should’ve been thrown out years ago?”
Tears slipped down my face. “It’s the only piece of her I can still hold on to…”
“Stop it, Megan! I’m the one in charge now. I’m your mother, do you hear me? And you’ll do as I say. You’ll wear the gown I chose, the one that shows you’re part of my family. Not that pathetic dress.”
