There was nothing I could do about it, so I just waited for the day I would finally leave for collegee.
My father had dreamed of being at my prom, and I knew that. So a few months before it, I found his military uniform that I had kept in my closet and decided to sew a dress from it.
I spent a month quietly sewing it in my room.
When the night of prom came, I walked downstairs wearing the dress.
Camila stared at me and started laughing.
“Oh God, you think you made a dress from your father’s uniform and that it actually looks good?”
Then one of my stepsisters suddenly exclaimed:
“What, working part-time as a waitress wasn’t enough to buy a normal dress?”
