As I ascend into the attic find myself breathing in dust and dirt from old boxes that haven't been touched years. All of a sudden long white dusty dress stands front me flooding me with memories my late mother. It was her wedding dress. Her beloved sparkling heels were placed neatly next to hanging She had always told she loved looking at it made eyes water throat close. could just imagine it brown hair falling down back veil draping over green glittery shoes peeking under came soon enough will be me. That white flowy those shimmering patterned veil. Although all this is exciting there one thing still missing. I'm missing