After my first marriage ended, my daughter Lily and I rebuilt our lives in a tiny apartment. Love came slowly again, in the form of James — not because of me, but because of how he treated her. When he proposed, Lily became my little Maid of Honor, and I decided to crochet her dress myself, pouring weeks of love and care into every stitch.
But two days before the wedding, my future mother-in-law Margaret destroyed it, unraveling every stitch because she deemed it “inappropriate.” Lily was heartbroken, and I was furious. I shared the story online, and it quickly went viral. The support was overwhelming.
I remade a simpler dress before the wedding. On the big day, Margaret arrived, but James immediately made it clear she wasn’t welcome after hurting Lily. Lily walked me down the aisle in her new dress, radiant and proud.
The wedding was peaceful, filled with love and magic. Since then, my crochet hobby has turned into a business, spreading joy to other children. Margaret’s reputation suffered, while Lily and I learned that love, creativity, and courage can’t be undone — even by cruelty.