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My stepmom mocked the prom dress my younger brother designed for me using our late mom’s old jeans. By the end of the evening, everyone finally saw her for who she truly was.
I’m 17. My brother, Noah, is 15.
Our mom passed away when I was 12. Dad remarried Carla two years later. Then last year, Dad died suddenly from a heart attack, and nothing in the house felt the same after that.
Prom season started about a month ago.
Carla took control of everything — the bills, the accounts, the mail. Mom had left money behind for Noah and me. Dad always said it was meant for “important things.” School. College. Major moments in life.
Apparently, Carla had a very different idea of what counted as “important.”
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