Sixteen years ago, June’s life changed forever when her son Mark died in a construction accident, leaving behind his wife Melissa and their two-year-old daughter, Emma. At the funeral, Melissa showed little grief and soon left with another man, tossing June the house keys and saying, “Take care of her.” From then on, June raised Emma alone.
June worked tirelessly — cleaning, babysitting, waiting tables — to keep food on the table and protect the home Mark had left. For Emma, June became both grandmother and mother.
When prom approached, Emma quietly said, “We can’t afford a dress anyway.” Determined to give her granddaughter a special night, June sewed a blue satin gown. Emma was moved to tears when she tried it on.
Their happiness was interrupted when Melissa returned, glamorous and polished, mocking June’s handmade dress and presenting a designer gown. But when an envelope fell from her purse, June and Emma saw her true motive: she wanted to transfer the house into her name and sell it. Emma refused. “You left me. Grandma raised me. This is our home,” she said, tearing up the papers.
The next night, Emma wore June’s gown to prom, radiant and confident. “I was the most beautiful girl there — because of you,” she told June.
