My mother-in-law stood there, stunned. Her triumphant sneer had faded, replaced by a look of disbelief and then shame. Realizing she had misjudged the crowd and the moment, she lowered her gaze, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
I took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief and empowerment wash over me. The wig on the floor no longer felt like a symbol of my insecurity but a testament to the strength I had gained through adversity. I stood taller, encouraged by the love and support surrounding me.
