who had passed away shortly after June’s birth. The letter was full of love, hope, and the truth: Lena hadn’t abandoned June. She had saved what little she had to give her daughter a chance at a better life. Her final words led June to a quiet cemetery, where she found her mother’s grave and, with it, the peace she’d never known. With the money Lena had left behind, June bought fabric, tools,
and a sewing machine. Slowly, her tiny apartment transformed into a studio. Her first handmade dress—deep plum with ivory buttons—stood proudly in her living room. Nancy supported her every step, and when she submitted June’s work to a fashion showcase without telling her, June was accepted. This time, June wasn’t dreaming from behind a glass window—she was stepping through the door her mother had left open for her, ready to build a future stitched with love, courage, and legacy.