Your mom would be so proud.”
She opened it right there. Inside were old cleaning rags. The ones my mom used to wipe down the kitchen counters.
I’d kept them. I don’t even know why — maybe just to remember her by. Her smile dropped.
“What is this?”
I leaned in, grinning. “You said you wanted something my mom used and loved, something to make you feel part of the family. So here you go.”
Then I turned around, laughing.
“Oh yes, my mom would be so proud of me now.”
And I walked out of that wedding like I owned the place. Source: amomama
