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I poked the needle straight through my thumb the first night I began sewing because my fingers were trembling so much. I wiped away the blood, bit down on a yelp, and continued, being cautious not to let a single drop discolour the olive fabric spread out on my bedspread.<\/p>\n
I bit into a yelp, cleaned up the blood, and continued.<\/p>\n
\n \n I knew Camila and her daughters would never forgive me if they discovered me wearing Dad\u2019s old outfit.<\/p>\n The corners of Dad\u2019s jacket were soft from years of wear, and the cuffs were tattered.<\/p>\n The night we found out he wasn\u2019t coming home, I buried my face in it and breathed in salt, machine oil, and traces of his aftershave.<\/p>\n \n I felt like I was piecing myself back together with each cut of my scissors and drag of thread.<\/p>\n They would never let me hear the end of it, I knew.<\/p>\n \n \n I didn\u2019t dream of prom as a child. In any case, not like Lia and Jen, my stepsisters.<\/p>\n When I entered the kitchen one Saturday morning, Lia was bent over a stack of magazines with markers strewn all over the place.Which do you like, Chelsea? She waved a page at me and asked, \u201cStrapless or a sweetheart neckline?\u201d<\/p>\n \n Jen put a grape in her mouth before I could respond. \u201cWhy even ask her? She\u2019ll most likely wear one of her mother\u2019s old skirts or one of her father\u2019s flannel shirts.\u201d<\/p>\n I didn\u2019t dream of prom as a child.<\/p>\n \n I tried to sound nonchalant by shrugging. \u201cLia, I\u2019m not sure. Both of these will look fantastic on you, in my opinion. Prom hasn\u2019t crossed my mind yet.<\/p>\n Lia smiled. \u201cAre you truly without a plan? It\u2019s the most significant night of my life.\u201d<\/p>\n \n \n I merely grinned, but on the inside, I was seeing Dad showing me how to fix a torn sleeve while his large hands guided mine at the sewing machine.<\/p>\n It was only Dad and me back then, and those little moments became everything once Mom passed away.Do you truly lack a plan?<\/p>\n After Dad married Camila, the house underwent a transformation. All of a sudden, Camila had two stepsisters and pretended to be fond of Dad whenever he was present.<\/p>\n However, her smile vanished as soon as he went for duty. Lia and Jen began leaving laundry at my door, and my \u201cchores\u201d doubled.<\/p>\n \n Occasionally, I would murmur, \u201cMiss you, Dad.\u201d while standing in his wardrobe and holding his old jacket to my chest.\u201dChels, you\u2019ll make me proud,\u201d I thought dad would remark. \u201cWhatever you do, wear it like you mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n After Dad married Camila, the house underwent a transformation.<\/p>\n I made the decision to wear his uniform to prom that evening. It was changed, something new constructed from what he left behind, not the same as it was. Between us, it seemed like a secret.<\/p>\n I worked silently for weeks.<\/p>\n I would go to my room and sew under my desk lamp after cleaning the kitchen floor and folding Jen\u2019s never-ending piles of shirts.<\/p>\n I used to whisper good night to Dad in the quiet.<\/p>\n I made the decision to go to prom in his uniform.<\/p>\n My door blew open one Saturday afternoon when I was bent over my desk with Dad\u2019s jacket spread out in front of me and a thread in my mouth.<\/p>\n With her arms full of colourful gowns and twisted straps, Jen stormed in without even knocking.<\/p>\n I yanked the blanket over my project so quickly that I almost threw the sewing box.Jen, be careful!<\/p>\n She raised an eyebrow and looked at the bulk under the cover. \u201cWhat are you hiding, Cinderella?\u201d As she dumped the armful of clothes directly onto my feet, a sneer twisted her lips.\u201dCinderella, what are you hiding?\u201dI forced a yawn and looked at my open maths book before saying, \u201cNothing.\u201d \u201cJust homework.\u201d<\/p>\n She gave a snort. \u201cYes, exactly. Whatever. She pulled out a frayed mint dress and thrust it at me. \u201cThis needs to be steamed by tonight for Lia. She\u2019ll go crazy if you burn anything.I understand.<\/p>\n Jen stared at the covered project for a moment before shrugging and walking away. I peeled back the cover and grinned at the stitching as her footsteps stopped. Dad would have referred to it as \u201cstealth sewing.\u201dBy tonight, Lia needs this steamed.<\/p>\n \n I gave myself another severe needle stab three nights before prom. My finger\u2019s inside hem became stained as a bead of blood formed on it.<\/p>\n I considered giving up for a while as I gazed at the uneven seams.<\/p>\n However, I didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n There was neither a maid nor a shadow as I turned to face the mirror after putting on the finished dress.<\/p>\n I saw my narrative, my sutures, and my dad\u2019s jacket.<\/p>\n I considered giving up.<\/p>\n The entire house was in disarray on prom night. Camila was already in the kitchen, drumming her fingernails against her mug like a metronome while she sipped her second cup of coffee. When I passed by, she didn\u2019t even raise her head.With her eyes fixed on her phone, she yelled, \u201cChelsea, did you iron Lia\u2019s dress?\u201d\u201dYes, ma\u2019am,\u201d I replied softly while folding dish towels.<\/p>\n I could smell Lia\u2019s perfume fighting with the scent of burnt toast.<\/p>\n Lia walked right in, holding her glittering purse and waving her phone. \u201cWhere\u2019s my lip gloss, Jen? The gold one. You said you wouldn\u2019t touch it. Her voice reverberated throughout the corridor.<\/p>\n When I passed by, she didn\u2019t even raise her head.<\/p>\n Jen stomped out in her heels, endangering the tiles with each step. \u201cI didn\u2019t use your foolish lip gloss. \u201cWhy do you blame me every time?\u201dsince you consistently do! Tell her, Mom.<\/p>\n \u201cEnough of both of you,\u201d Camila interrupted. Did you tidy up the living room, Chelsea? Crumbs are all over the place.I said, thinking I could vanish, \u201cI did it after breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n I slipped into my room upstairs and closed the door.You two, enough.\u201d<\/p>\n The sash made from Dad\u2019s service tie felt heavier than ever, and my hands trembled as I buttoned the bodice. I looked at my mirror while I pinned his silver pin\u2014the one from basic training\u2014at my waist.<\/p>\n I hesitated for a moment. Was I going to seem foolish?<\/p>\n Laughter echoed around the house from downstairs. Jen said something that I could hear: \u201cShe\u2019s probably wearing something she found at Goodwill.\u201d Her voice reached the top of the stairs.<\/p>\n Lia added her voice. \u201cOr something she pulled out of the donation bin behind the church.\u201d<\/p>\n The two females chuckled.Most likely, she\u2019s dressed in something she got at Goodwill.<\/p>\n I made myself take a breath. This was something I had to do. I went downstairs after opening my door. Jen\u2019s jaw dropped.\u201dOh my god, is that?\u201d<\/p>\n Lia snorted after blinking. \u201cYou used a uniform to make your dress? Are you serious at this moment?<\/p>\n Camila squinted her eyes. \u201cYou disassembled a uniform for that? \u201cLook at you, Chelsea, Lord.\u201dI didn\u2019t chop it. I turned what he left me into something.<\/p>\n Camila chuckled. \u201cChelsea, he left you in tatters. And it\u2019s evident.\u201d<\/p>\n Jen gave a headshake. \u201cWhat, working at the diner wasn\u2019t enough for a real dress?\u201dChelsea, he left you in tatters. And it\u2019s evident.\u201d\u201dYou seem to be wearing something from the dollar store,\u201d Lia continued. \u201cAlthough that\u2019s totally your style.\u201d<\/p>\n I blinked vigorously, trying not to cry.<\/p>\n Their laughter was abruptly interrupted by three loud knocks on the doorbell.<\/p>\n Camila let out a moan. \u201cChelsea, someone is probably complaining about your parking once more. Go respond to it.<\/p>\n My legs refused to move despite my best efforts.<\/p>\n With a groan, Camila moved passed me and unlocked the door. On the porch was a military officer dressed in full costume. A woman in a dark suit with a briefcase was standing next to him. They both had serious expressions.<\/p>\n On the porch was a military officer dressed in full costume.\u201dAre you Camila, ma\u2019am?\u201d the officer said in a composed yet firm tone.<\/p>\n She stood up straight. \u201cYes. Is there an issue?<\/p>\n The officer nodded slightly before looking beyond her and around the room. His gaze fell upon me.\u201dWhich of you is Chelsea?\u201d he enquired.<\/p>\n I gasped. \u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a subtle softening of his expression.He stated, \u201cWe are here on Staff Sergeant Martin\u2019s behalf. \u201cI have a letter to deliver on this day per his directions. Our military lawyer, Shinia, is here.<\/p>\n My stomach fell.\u201dYour father was very specific,\u201d the officer said softly. \u201cHe requested that we deliver this the evening of your prom. He wanted to confirm that we were present in person.<\/p>\n The woman opened the briefcase as she moved ahead. \u201cThere are other paperwork pertaining to the home. \u201cMay we enter?\u201dIndeed. Is there an issue?<\/p>\n Suddenly uncertain, Camila stumbled but moved aside. The lawyer and the cop entered. The home was quiet after being so noisy only moments before.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d Jen muttered.<\/p>\n The policeman turned to face me. \u201cChelsea, your father left instructions for tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n He gave an envelope to Camila. With trembling hands, she ripped it open and read aloud:<\/p>\n \u201cYou assured me that Chelsea would never feel alone in her own house when you married me, Camila.<\/p>\n You also betrayed my faith if you broke that vow.<\/p>\n My daughter owns this house. You could only reside here as long as you took care of her.<\/p>\n She has every right to expel you if you have mistreated her in any way.\u201dYour father left you instructions for tonight, Chelsea.<\/p>\n On the final sentence, Camila\u2019s voice broke.\u201dI\u2019ve been mistreated,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n Shinia gave me a direct glance and gave me a small nod. She took a step forward.The house was put in trust for Chelsea by Sergeant Martin. This requirement has been broken. As of tonight, the home completely returns to Chelsea. A official notice to evacuate will be given to you and your girls.<\/p>\n Camila slipped into the closest chair. Jen gazed at the ground. Lia appeared on the verge of tears.<\/p>\n They did not approach the door. After sitting outside for a short while, the car that was meant to transport them to prom gradually moved away.I\u2019ve been mistreated.<\/p>\n The moment was too huge for me to handle, and I felt paralysed. I glanced down at my dress, my father\u2019s jacket, and each and every thread. Once more, I heard him say, \u201cWear it like you mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n The cop had compassion in his eyes. \u201cA car is outside, Chelsea. Your father asked Sergeant Brooks to accompany you to prom. Enjoy your evening, and tomorrow we will discuss the trust. He didn\u2019t want you to overlook this.<\/p>\n After grabbing my handbag, I went outside with the police. Sergeant Brooks was standing next to Dad\u2019s recently cleaned old Chevy.<\/p>\n He saluted me sharply and then smiled. \u201cAre you set to depart, young lady? I\u2019ve never seen a dress like that.Enjoy your evening, and tomorrow we\u2019ll discuss the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded and gently tucked my skirt in before entering. \u201cI\u2026 I think so.\u201d<\/p>\n After shutting the door, Brooks slipped behind the wheel.You performed well, youngster. If Martin had seen you tonight, he would have lost it.\u201d<\/p>\n My voice faltered as I attempted to laugh. \u201cHe always promised to teach me how to drive this vehicle. I guess you\u2019re stuck with me instead.\u201dYou did well, young one.\u201d<\/p>\n Brooks grinned. \u201cHey, I\u2019ll accept it. Your father would have liked to be here, honey, so I get to see the expressions on your friends\u2019 faces. I spent years serving beside him.<\/p>\n I looked at the home as we started to move away. Silent, motionless, and, for once, utterly speechless, Camila, Lia, and Jen were illuminated by the porch light.<\/p>\n Students had already gathered outside taking photos when we arrived at the school. When Sergeant Brooks, dressed in full uniform, emerged from Dad\u2019s old Chevy and came around to open my door, heads turned.<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n Students had already assembled outside to take photos.<\/p>\n Brooks extended his arm to me. \u201cYou hear me say, you go in there and dance? It\u2019s an order.\u201dYes, sir,\u201d I said, and before I had even made it to the doors, a few children in the area began whispering.<\/p>\n The gym was bright and noisy inside. I was noticed by Mrs. Lopez near the door.<\/p>\n With wide eyes, she walked across the floor. \u201cChelsea, is that your dad\u2019s jacket, hon?\u201dFor tonight, I made this dress.<\/p>\n She lightly touched my sleeve. \u201cYou respect him, my love. Never forget that.You hear that you go in there and dance? It\u2019s an order.<\/p>\n Six people had turned to look by that point. \u201cShe made that from her father\u2019s uniform?\u201d murmured someone close to the punch table.<\/p>\n I prepared for the worst.<\/p>\n Rather, applause broke out. Then more people joined in. The gym erupted in cheers.<\/p>\n Sarah, my buddy, came across me in the throng and took hold of my hand.Have you heard that? They adore it. It\u2019s your night.<\/p>\n We danced, first clumsily, then freely.<\/p>\n I prepared for the worst.<\/p>\n Brooks drove me home later.<\/p>\n The light on the porch remained on.<\/p>\n The lawyer\u2019s papers were laid out in front of Camila as she sat at the kitchen table inside. By the steps were two luggage. Jen refused to look at me, and Lia\u2019s eyes were red.<\/p>\n Beside the papers, Camila\u2019s phone was lying face up, flashing repeatedly with unanswered messages.<\/p>\n Jen refused to look at me, and Lia\u2019s eyes were red.<\/p>\n Another envelope with my name in Dad\u2019s handwriting was on the table next to the documents.<\/p>\n I saw it as soon as I entered earlier that evening, but I was still unable to open it. I wasn\u2019t prepared at the time, but I was now.If you\u2019re reading this, Chels, you\u2019ve succeeded.<\/p>\n You underestimate your bravery.<\/p>\n \u201cLove, Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n I held the note close to my chest and surveyed the peaceful home.<\/p>\n This house and my life were once again mine for the first time since Dad passed away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Before I went out in a dress made from my dad\u2019s old uniform, prom night was meant to be unmemorable. 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