expensive accessories. I listened to the other girls chatter about boutiques and price tags, knowing full well that a three-hundred-dollar dress was simply not in our budget. I had already made peace with the idea of scouring local thrift stores for a hidden gem that I could perhaps mend or alter.
One evening, as I was mentioning my plan to look for a second-hand outfit, Grandpa pulled me into a tight hug. His hands were calloused from years of labor, but his touch was always gentle. He looked me in
