Every day, I dreamed of designing dresses while working as a cashier — the only mystery in my life was a brass key I’d worn since
I was a baby. One day, a friend recognized it as belonging to a bank, and to my shock, it opened a deposit box left by my birth mother,
who hadn’t abandoned me but died shortly after my birth. With her letter and savings, I found closure — and a new beginning.
I bought a sewing machine, created my first dress, and entered a fashion showcase.
I wasn’t just dreaming anymore; I was living the life my mother hoped for me.
