My Stepmom Burned All of My Late Mom’s Dresses, Calling Them ‘Old Rags’ – The Way Karma Got Back at Her Was Brutal

When I was 15, my mom Tracy — a brilliant seamstress — died. She’d sewn every dress that marked my life, promising one day to make my wedding gown. I guarded her creations like treasure.

Years later, engaged to Ryan, I went back for them. Instead, I found my stepmother Melinda burning them in a backyard fire. “They’re just rags,” she sneered.

Karma struck fast — her illegal fire brought lawsuits, fines, and my dad’s fury. He threw her out when he learned what she’d done.

I thought everything was lost, until I found a hidden drawer in the cedar closet: inside, my mother’s secret gift — an ivory wedding gown stitched with pearls and a note, “For your wedding day, my little bee.”

Melinda destroyed dresses, but not my mother’s love. That was sewn to last.