It started with a slammed door and ended with tears—my daughter, my mother, and I, caught in a tug-of-war over clothes that meant so much more than fabric and thread. My teenager’s desperate need for self-expression clashed with my mom’s longing to connect, leaving me trapped in the middle, heart aching. As each gift was rejected, our family unraveled a little more, and I wondered if we’d ever stitch ourselves back together.