My Stepmom Refused to Give Me Money for a Prom Dress – My Brother Sewed One from Our Late Mom’s Jeans Collection, and What Happened Next Made Her Jaw Drop

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“Then why did Dad say the money was ours?”

Her voice went flat. “Because your father was bad with money and bad with boundaries.”

I went upstairs and cried into my pillow like I was 12 again.

He looked down at his hands. “Okay.”

Two nights later, he came into my room carrying a stack of old jeans.

“And you can make a dress?”

Mom’s jeans.

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Noah set them on my bed and said, “Do you trust me?”

“With this?”

I looked at the jeans. Then at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I took sewing last year, remember?”

“And you can make a dress?”

We worked when Carla went out or locked herself in her room.