I Made a Skirt from My Late Father’s Ties, and My Stepmom Destroyed It—Then Karma Hit That Same Night
When my dad passed away last spring, the world felt unbearably silent, as if the very air had folded in on itself, leaving me in a vacuum of grief that I could neither escape nor soften. Dad had always been my steady presence, the anchor in the often turbulent sea of my life. He had…