My granddaughter was caught between the costume her mother bought and the one I’d made for her. I thought that was the worst part of the evening, until she called me upstairs to look at something in an old cedar trunk.
I spent three weeks making my eight-year-old granddaughter Lily’s Halloween costume.
She wanted to be a fairy, so I sewed the dress myself from soft green fabric, added tiny gold stars by hand, and shaped the wings from wire and sheer material.
When she tried it on for the first time, she spun around my living room until the skirt floated around her knees.
“Grandma, it’s perfect!”
That made every late night worth it.
She arrived at my house two days before Halloween carrying a glossy shopping bag.
Jared, my son, was outside trying to hang a string of orange lights along my porch railing.
Lily ran to the door when she heard her mother’s car.
“I got you something,” Elizabeth announced.
She pulled out an elaborate fairy costume covered in shimmering fabric, sequins, and rhinestones.
“It’s from a designer collection,” she said. “It was $300, but look at the details.”
She stared at it for two seconds.
Then she laughed.
“Well, now she can wear a real costume.”
My face burned.
I had spent three weeks making that dress.
Before I could answer, Lily hurried over, pulled my dress from the hanger, and hugged it against her chest.
Elizabeth’s smile disappeared.
“You’re eight. You don’t know the difference.”
Lily looked down.
That bothered me more than the insult to my sewing.
“Elizabeth.”
“What?”
“It’s Halloween, Jody. I’m trying to give her something special.”
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