My stepmother came to my graduation using an exact copy of the last dress my mother sewed to me before she died… but I didn’t know what would appear on the kara screen

Trying to erase his memories.

But true love doesn’t work like that.

He doesn’t live in photographs alone.

Not even in houses.

Not even in dresses.

He lives in us.

Shirley got a near-perfect copy of my mother’s last dress for me.

But he only managed to copy the cloth.

Because every time I think about that night again, I don’t remember two women wearing the same dress.

I remember one thing: