Seventeen, and it’s the night of my graduation—the biggest moment of my school life. Since childhood, I wished to wear the dress my mother wore to her graduation. Her death from cancer at twelve left THAT DRESS as my keepsake. Later, Dad remarried. Stephanie, his second wife, cared only about appearances. She tossed my mother's belongings as "junk" and redecorated our home with expensive items. The day before graduation, I wore my mom’s dress and spun before the mirror. Stephanie said sarcastica