Stepmother Sold All My Late Mom's Clothes, My Dad Defended Her – Story of the Day

When I returned from summer camp, I discovered that my stepmother had taken all my late mother’s clothes, and my father took her side in the argument. But then, I learned something that changed everything.

I was just nine years old when my mother passed away after battling cancer for several years. I was forced to grow up quickly while I watched her fade away. My father was devastated, but he took care of me as best he could.

But sometimes, a girl needs her mom. I talked to her about things that I could never say to my dad, and I missed her terribly each day. After her passing, my father and I got even closer. We worked together to mourn Mom and so that we would never forget how much she loved us.

My stepmother would give away my mother's clothes. | Source: Shutterstock

My stepmother would give away my mother's clothes. | Source: Shutterstock

Around three years after my mother’s death, my father met Julie. She was sweet and loved children but didn’t have any of her own. After a few months, I felt comfortable enough with her and we could talk about anything together.

I was entering my teenage years and dealing with hormones. Julie helped me get through that. She also encouraged my dreams and never tried to replace my mother in any way. Eventually, Julie moved in, and she married my father shortly afterward.

They timed their honeymoon just around the time I had a summer camp so I wouldn’t be left alone. But I never imagined what I would find when I came back home. “Sienna! We’re so happy you’re back!” Julie exclaimed when she picked me up.

Julie picked me up from summer camp. | Source: Pexels

Julie picked me up from summer camp. | Source: Pexels

“I’m so happy to be back too! I want to know everything about your trip to Europe! Was it exciting?” I asked.

“Of course! But we missed you so much. Next time, you’re coming with us. Now I want to know what happened at camp. The ones I went to when I was your age were always crazy!” Julie answered. She drove us home, and I hugged my dad when I got inside.

“Dad! I’m so glad to see you!” I told him.

I noticed something odd in my closet. | Source: Pexels

I noticed something odd in my closet. | Source: Pexels

“Sienna, we brought you back several gifts. You’re going to love them! How about you put your bags in your room and come back out so we can show you the pictures,” my dad said. I went to my room with a smile on my face.

I started to unpack a bit because I had tons of dirty clothes, but everything was different when I opened my closet. My mother’s clothes were gone. After her passing, Dad and I had chosen what to keep and what to donate.

I had chosen several clothes and more of her things to remember her by. After all, fashion trends had a way of coming back, so some of her outfits might be amazing when I could finally fit into them. But most of those items were gone now.

Julie came running to my room. | Source: Pexels

Julie came running to my room. | Source: Pexels

“Julie! Julie!” I called, almost screaming at this point. Julie came to my room.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Where are all my clothes? My mother’s dresses?” I asked her.

“Oh. I cleaned things up a bit and sold some of them. You don’t have enough room, and those outfits were getting old,” Julie answered matter-of-factly.

I couldn't believe she threw my mother's clothes away. | Source: Pexels

I couldn't believe she threw my mother's clothes away. | Source: Pexels

“You sold my mother’s clothes?” I questioned slowly, trying not to explode in anger.

“Well, I sold some of them, and others I—”

“YOU SOLD MY MOTHER’S CLOTHES!?” I interrupted and started screaming. “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? THEY WERE NOT YOURS TO TAKE!”

I yelled at her. | Source: Pexels

I yelled at her. | Source: Pexels

“Sienna, calm down, I didn’t think—”

“Of course you didn’t think! These were not yours to take! THEY WERE MINE! MY MEMORIES! MY MOTHER!” I interrupted and continued yelling as tears ran down my face.

“What’s all this yelling?” my dad asked when he approached my room.

“She sold my mother’s clothes! How could you let her do that?” I demanded from my father.

My dad took her side. | Source: Pexels

My dad took her side. | Source: Pexels

“Sienna, calm down. Julie didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.

“I can’t believe you’re taking her side!” I cried.

“Sienna, listen to us, please!” Julie begged.

“No! I don’t want to listen to any of you,” I snapped and ran off. I rushed out the door and continued running. I didn’t have any money, but I finally made it to my friend Mara’s house. Her mom, Mrs. Wilson, had always been so nice, and she let me stay the night.

Julie started to explain what happened. | Source: Pexels

Julie started to explain what happened. | Source: Pexels

She probably called my parents that night to tell them I was at her house because they picked me up the next morning. I cried all night, and Mara had calmed me down. So, I wasn’t as mad as yesterday, but it still didn’t make things right.

When we got home, they asked me to sit down, and I did. “Listen, Sienna. Julie didn’t sell your mother's thing lightly. She sold them and donated the money to the children’s cancer relief fund just like your mother did for many years,” my father explained.

“But why did it have to be my mother’s clothes?” I asked as my eyes watered.

She sent some of those dresses for repair because of holes and stains. | Source: Pexels

She sent some of those dresses for repair because of holes and stains. | Source: Pexels

“That’s my fault, Sienna. I’m so sorry for not talking to you first. I took clothes from all our closets and didn’t think you would ever wear some of those dresses. But I actually didn’t sell them all,” Julie started.

“Yes. You should have asked first. I wanted to wear them later when I could fit in them. What do you mean you didn’t sell them all?” I wondered quietly.

“I took some of those dresses for repairs because some got stained and others had holes as if moths got into them,” Julie continued.

Julie wanted to teach me a lesson but apologized for not doing it properly. | Source: Pexels

Julie wanted to teach me a lesson but apologized for not doing it properly. | Source: Pexels

“Oh. I didn’t know that could happen,” I added.

“That’s ok, Sienna. But listen, I also wanted this moment to be a lesson on letting things go. Those objects are not your mom. Your mom lives within you, and you’ll never forget her. But keeping everything she owned is not healthy either,” she clarified.

“But I wasn’t ready to let it go,” I hedged.

We hugged, and they gave me the presents they brought from the trip. | Source: Pexels

We hugged, and they gave me the presents they brought from the trip. | Source: Pexels

“I know that now. That’s where I went wrong. We should have done it together. But I promise that nothing like that will ever happen again. I forget that you’re already so grown up and so much smarter than I was at your age. I just wanted to help but didn’t do it right. Can you forgive me?” Julie finished.

“I understand that. I forgive you. I’m sorry for yelling and running away, too,” I continued. We hugged and cried a little more. They also gave the presents they brought back from their honeymoon. Later that week, the dresses that Julie sent for repair came back, and they were stunning.

Luckily, my favorite was there, and I was so happy that Julie had repaired it instead of donating it. Years later, I wore it to my high school prom.

What can we learn from this story?

  1. Let people explain their side. Jumping to conclusions will never get you anywhere. You need all the information to make a decision.
  2. Letting go is important. Although Sienna wasn’t ready, Julie had the right idea. Cluttering your life with past mementos is not always healthy.

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