But I kept Mom’s dress hidden, safe from her reach.When I got engaged to Daniel, I finally tried the dress on, and it fit perfectly. Sandra saw me wearing it and criticized it, saying I should wear something “modern.” I stood firm, telling her I would wear Mom’s dress no matter what.

On the morning of my wedding, the dress was gone. Sandra admitted she had thrown it away. I was heartbroken, ready to cancel the wedding — until our sweet neighbor, Mrs. Carter, showed up with the dress she’d rescued from the trash. She helped me clean it, and I wore it proudly to the ceremony.As I walked down the aisle, everyone gasped.