He Gave Her My Wedding Dress
Language: en
My niece, Sophie, was staying with me for the week, which just so happened to coincide with her fifth-grade school’s mock-economy Market Day. That evening, she dumped her backpack onto my hardwood floor in a chaotic cascade of erasers, plastic jewelry, and crumpled paper. "Aunt Margot, look! Look at all the stuff I bought with my school bucks today!" Amidst the colorful junk, a heavy, embossed navy-blue binder caught my eye. The gold lettering on the front read: Closing Documents & Title. "What on earth?" I picked it up, letting out a soft laugh. "Which kid brought their parents' real…