A woman getting ready to sew with a machine | Source: Pexels
That’s how I learned she was making my wedding dress. My mom, Ella, was my everything. She wasn’t just my mom, but my best friend, role model, and my person. When I was little, she’d stay up late sewing dresses for me out of leftover fabric because we couldn’t afford store-bought ones.
She was a seamstress by trade but an artist with a heart of gold. Every stitch she made carried warmth, precision, and love.
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