PART 2-“You wore that to Mom’s funeral?” my sister sneered, diamonds flashing as she adjusted the Valdderee heels on her feet. “I mean, I understand—things aren’t easy for you—but couldn’t you have at least tried?” I almost laughed. I designed this “simple” dress. I own the brand on her shoes. I quietly purchased the boutique we were standing in. And just an hour earlier, I had personally signed the order canceling her modeling contract. Then my brother’s bank made the news…
But also Rachel at three, crawling into my bed during thunderstorms. Rachel at eight, proudly presenting a macaroni necklace she’d made for my birthday. Rachel at thirteen, sobbing in my …
PART 2-“You wore that to Mom’s funeral?” my sister sneered, diamonds flashing as she adjusted the Valdderee heels on her feet. “I mean, I understand—things aren’t easy for you—but couldn’t you have at least tried?” I almost laughed. I designed this “simple” dress. I own the brand on her shoes. I quietly purchased the boutique we were standing in. And just an hour earlier, I had personally signed the order canceling her modeling contract. Then my brother’s bank made the news… Read More