Just three nights before the big event I nearly abandoned my secret project because my fingers ached and my stitches were far from perfect. However when I finally tried the finished dress on and looked in the mirror I felt a powerful connection to my father that gave me immense strength. The evening of the dance arrived with chaotic energy as Camila barked harsh orders while Lia and Jen argued loudly over their expensive accessories. I walked downstairs wearing my handmade olive dress fastened with a military tie as a decorative sash. My stepfamily immediately erupted into cruel laughter and mocked my handmade garment by calling it a collection of worthless rags.