I love my daughter and want the best for her. Despite my efforts, Hannah doesn’t always see it that way. After her father left for a wealthy woman, I’ve raised her alone. Competing with their luxury lifestyle is impossible, but I try to give Hannah what I can.
In her senior year, Hannah wanted an expensive designer prom dress, costing more than three times my salary. I suggested making a unique dress instead, but she was furious. “Maybe I should live with Dad and Rita,” she mumbled. Despite my efforts to create something beautiful, she dismissed it as “plain UGLY!”
Hannah’s best friend, Amy, appreciated the dress. “I wish my mom could have made me a dress just like that one,” she whispered, eyes teary. I offered it to Amy, who wore it beautifully. On prom night, Hannah’s store-bought dress led to embarrassment as two other girls wore the same one, while Amy’s unique dress won the prize.
Later, a tearful Hannah apologized. “Amy won the prize with YOUR dress, and everyone went crazy over it… I’m so sorry.” We made hot chocolate together, and Hannah learned a hard lesson, but it brought us closer.
