Changes in my life and a dress of my own.

 When I was 6 my mother was killed in a car accident. My parents had been divorced for a couple of years and my mother had remarried, my younger brother and I had gone to live with her and my step father. When she died we had to live with my father and his parents. What was already heartbreaking was compounded by the fact i'd lost the main feminine influence in my life my mother.

My brother and i still saw my mother's parents though on a regular basis. We spent 3 days a week at their home after school and in the summer. We would often also spend the night there. As some point while staying there i discovered two of my mom's old dresses. One blue and one purple both gorgeous velvet material. My grandmother bless her soul had no problem with me wearing them and i took every opportunity to do so. My grandfather the same one who caught me in the dress in preschool did not approve but he was still working in those days so i could do it when he was not home. I even convinced my younger brother to wear the other one sometimes though he just went along to be with his big sister.

I have no idea what happened to those dresses but at some point they disappeared. It didn't stop my journey to discovery however but more on that later.