The Urn and Her Old Evening Gown

The door rang. So are the wind chimes hanging over the fireplace. Winchester was chatting with her friends at the time, wearing her mother's old evening dress. It was black, the fabric was textured, and the style was still beautiful even now. But she had never seen her mother wear it until last night when she stayed at her mother's bedside and followed her instructions to dig out this dress from the depths of the closet. Her mother wanted her daughter to wear the dress for the next few days until the funeral. Winchester didn't understand why her mother would make such a strange request for her daughter to wear something she had never worn before. She still remembered that when she was a child, she even got a humiliating spanking after turning the skirt inside out. But this was my mother's last wish. "I will dress well, I swear." Winchester said. Intention:1