It wasn’t perfect.
But it was beautiful.
The next evening I called Melissa into the living room.
“I have something for you.”
Her eyes widened.
“For me?”
I held up the dress.
For a moment she just stared.
Then she gasped.
“Daddy!”
She ran over and touched the fabric carefully.
“It’s so soft!”
“Try it on,” I said.
A few minutes later she burst out of her bedroom and started spinning across the living room.
“I look like a princess!”
My chest tightened as she laughed.
“The fabric came from Mommy’s handkerchiefs,” I told her gently.
Her eyes lit up.
“So Mommy helped make it?”
I smiled.
“Yeah. In a way she did.”
Melissa hugged me so hard I almost lost my balance.
“I love it!”
Every sleepless night had been worth that moment.
Graduation day arrived warm and bright.
The school gym buzzed with noise — parents chatting, kids running around in tiny suits and colorful dresses.
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