So I pulled it out and started working.
For three nights straight I watched sewing tutorials, called Mrs. Patterson for advice, and stitched together Jenna’s silk handkerchiefs piece by piece.
It wasn’t flawless—but it was beautiful.
Soft ivory silk with tiny blue flowers forming a patchwork pattern.
The next evening I called Melissa into the living room.
“I have something for you.”
Her eyes widened when she saw the dress.
“Daddy!”
She touched the fabric carefully.
“It’s so soft!”
“Go try it on.”
A few minutes later she spun out of her bedroom, twirling.
“I look like a princess!” she squealed.
I hugged her tightly.
“The fabric came from Mommy’s handkerchiefs,” I told her.
Her eyes lit up.
“So Mommy helped make it?”
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