When my dad died, the only thing I had left of him was his collection of ties. My stepmother, Carla, didn\u2019t care. She tossed everything into trash bags and told me to \u201cgrow up.\u201d I secretly saved the ties \u2014 they still smelled like him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For prom, I decided to honor my dad by sewing those ties into a beautiful skirt. Every pattern held a memory. When I put it on, I whispered, \u201cHe\u2019d love this.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The night before prom, I hung it on my closet door. My skirt was on the floor \u2014 ripped apart<\/strong>, shredded into pieces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I screamed. Carla just sipped her coffee and said, \u201cYou destroyed the last piece of my dad,\u201d I cried.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She smirked. \u201cHe\u2019s dead. Get over it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n And then \u2014 a knock at the door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Red and blue police lights flashed through the windows. Carla froze as an officer stepped inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cMa\u2019am, we\u2019re here for you. You\u2019re under investigation for fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Her face went white. They cuffed her right in our living room while she tried to blame everyone but herself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As they took her away, the officer turned to me and said, With help from a neighbor, I repaired the skirt just in time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When I walked into prom wearing it, I felt something warm in my chest \u2014 like Dad was right there, whispering:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m proud of you.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When my dad died, the only thing I had left of him was his collection of ties. My stepmother, Carla, didn\u2019t care. She tossed everything into trash… <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":201,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21593","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21593","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21593"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21594,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21593\/revisions\/21594"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/201"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21593"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21593"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/yxnews.online\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of Carla\u2019s perfume. My heart dropped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat thing was hideous. Stop pretending to be a pathetic orphan.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll be safe now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n