“Where did you get that dress?” she asked.
“A thrift store.”
“I think… I wore it to my prom.”
“What’s your name?”
“Eleanor. But everyone called me Ellie.”
I rushed her home and showed her the note. Tears came instantly.
“She came back,” she whispered. “She actually came back for me.”
The next day, we drove six hours to the address in the letter. When the door opened, Ellie and her mother simply stared, then fell into each other’s arms. It was like watching a soul come home.
That afternoon, we shared tea, tissues, and stories. Before we left, Ellie’s mother handed me an envelope.
“You gave me my daughter back. Let us give you a beginning.”
Inside was a check for $20,000. I tried to refuse, but Ellie said, “You found the letter. You found me. Please.”
That money covered what scholarships couldn’t—rent, books, food. But more than that, it gave me faith that the universe does conspire sometimes—especially when all you’re looking for is a prom dress.
And Grandma? She just smiled.
“Told you,” she said. “People give away more than they know. Sometimes… even second chances.”