The Boy Who Saw What Others Missed
“Are you okay?”
I looked up.
A boy stood beside me. His name was Daniel. We had several classes together but rarely spoke.
He nodded toward the note.
“Tough night?”
I laughed weakly. “You could say that.”
He sat down.
Unlike everyone else, he didn’t comment on my dress. Instead he asked, “What’s the story behind it?”
So I told him. About Grandma. The cancer. The sewing room. The note. Everything.
He listened quietly.
When I finished, he smiled.
“Then they’re wrong.”
“Who?”
“The people making fun of it.” He glanced at the dress. “It’s probably the most valuable thing in this room.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Every designer dress here was bought.” He pointed gently at my sleeve. “That one was made with love.”
For the first time all evening, I smiled.
A real smile.
