The Perfect Dress
I sat by the living room door, eagerly awaiting with nervous anticipation. The seconds felt like hours as the hands on the clock on the wall slowly swept by each tick mark. Every few minutes I'd peek out between the blinds, hoping to catch a glimpse of the package that I knew would change my life. I'd saved up for months just to be able to order this, forgoing lunch every day at school and doing odd jobs around the neighborhood to supplement what meager income I made from working as a...