Patricia Owens held the photograph with both hands.<\/p>\n
At first I could only stare at seventeen-year-old Patricia.<\/p>\n
The yellow dress had long sleeves and a narrow waist. Her hair fell to her shoulders in soft curls. She stood beside a boy wearing a wide bow tie and an expression of enormous pride.<\/p>\n
I recognized the Oakridge entrance behind them.<\/p>\n
Same brick.<\/p>\n
Same double doors.<\/p>\n
Different year.<\/p>\n
Different girl.<\/p>\n
Same possibility of staying home.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou almost didn\u2019t go?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother was sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice remained steady, but decades had not erased the significance.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had left. Money was tight.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave a small laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat phrase makes it sound almost charming.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ticket cost more than we could justify. Then there was the dress.\u201d<\/p>\n
She touched the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cA neighbor gave me this one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was too long.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone hemmed it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy aunt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy hand?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKitchen sewing machine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the shoes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cScholarship fund.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhite shoes. Terrible. I loved them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda stood silently beside me.<\/p>\n
Patricia continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe guidance counselor called me into her office and said an anonymous community fund could cover the ticket and basic expenses.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she mention my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe insisted on privacy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she got it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I handed back the photograph.<\/p>\n
Patricia did not take it.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed my fingers around the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve had it fifty-two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems like a reason you should keep it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have another copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI made one this morning after my granddaughter called.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made me laugh.<\/p>\n
She had planned this.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at prom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s eyes brightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI danced.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI danced badly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven better.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe boy in the picture kissed me behind the gym.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda laughed.<\/p>\n
Patricia smiled mischievously.<\/p>\n
\u201cI married someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably wise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDefinitely.\u201d<\/p>\n
We moved to a bench near the school entrance.<\/p>\n
Dr. Ortiz joined us.<\/p>\n
Patricia told the rest.<\/p>\n
After high school she became a nurse.<\/p>\n
She married at twenty-six.<\/p>\n
Raised three children.<\/p>\n
Worked thirty-seven years, much of that time in pediatrics.<\/p>\n
Her daughter became a teacher.<\/p>\n
Her granddaughter now worked in district administration.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never became rich,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t the requirement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I stopped thinking one bad year defined what came next.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence struck me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did the scholarship do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe dance did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost stayed home because I had begun making a habit of staying home.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the building.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you can\u2019t afford things, you learn to reject invitations before anyone can reject you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt that in my bones.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe scholarship didn\u2019t change my family\u2019s finances.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt changed one Friday night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut sometimes one Friday night is enough to remind a girl she still belongs in the world.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
My mother had known.<\/p>\n
Not in those words.<\/p>\n
But she had known.<\/p>\n
Brenda sat beside Patricia.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was part of the reason Margaret started that fund.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia looked at her.<\/p>\n
Brenda did not soften the truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI humiliated Martha at prom.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c1971.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two went to school together?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia looked between us.<\/p>\n
Then she laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed you were sisters.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda and I spoke simultaneously.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia laughed harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be the most offensive thing anyone has said to Martha all month.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cTop five.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia wiped her eyes.<\/p>\n
Then she became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo something cruel started it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother started it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Brenda.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at prom gave her a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I thought of all the choices afterward.<\/p>\n
My mother donating.<\/p>\n
Other families adding money.<\/p>\n
The school continuing the fund.<\/p>\n
A guidance counselor quietly offering help.<\/p>\n
Patricia accepting it.<\/p>\n
\u201cCruelty may have been the spark,\u201d I said, \u201cbut it didn\u2019t do the good.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe people who chose something better did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda looked at me.<\/p>\n
That sentence seemed to reach her deeply.<\/p>\n
Dr. Ortiz asked Patricia whether she would be willing to speak privately with the committee designing the new fund.<\/p>\n
Patricia agreed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivately?\u201d<\/p>\n
I emphasized the word.<\/p>\n
Dr. Ortiz smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo publicity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you the first six times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia touched my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cActually, I wouldn\u2019t mind telling my story.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s your choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat matters too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
It did.<\/p>\n
Privacy should be protection, not another form of control.<\/p>\n
We exchanged numbers.<\/p>\n
Before leaving, Patricia looked again at the photograph in my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother paid for my prom ticket without knowing me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me something about her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
Not the noble version.<\/p>\n
Not a monument.<\/p>\n
The real woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe drank coffee too hot.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe hated wasting thread.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda added, \u201cApparently she was formidable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExtremely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe believed worn things still had value.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s eyes softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds right.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked to her car.<\/p>\n
We watched her go.<\/p>\n
Brenda whispered, \u201cYour mother reached farther than she knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHelen\u2019s letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat mostly exposed her fear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt also told the truth when staying silent would have been easier.\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda looked toward the parking lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish she\u2019d done it publicly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did she.\u201d<\/p>\n
We returned to Dr. Ortiz\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
The Open Door Fund shifted from idea to commitment.<\/p>\n
Caldwell Linens would seed it substantially.<\/p>\n
Brenda would contribute anonymously.<\/p>\n
I would personally match the first year of community donations.<\/p>\n
David later complained that I had agreed to that without discussing it with him.<\/p>\n
I reminded him personal money required no board approval.<\/p>\n
He told me being technically correct had become my favorite hobby.<\/p>\n
Perhaps.<\/p>\n
Within two weeks, the district had a draft process.<\/p>\n
Teachers, counselors and students themselves could flag expenses.<\/p>\n
Requests would be reviewed discreetly.<\/p>\n
No requirement for dramatic hardship essays.<\/p>\n
No ranking poverty.<\/p>\n
No forcing teenagers to compete over whose family suffered most convincingly.<\/p>\n
A student needed help participating.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Caldwell\u2019s attorney reviewed the framework.<\/p>\n
Then she asked a question I had not considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to establish an endowment?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a number.<\/p>\n
I did not flinch.<\/p>\n
That surprised both of us.<\/p>\n
Thirty years earlier, the figure would have seemed impossible.<\/p>\n
Now I could do it.<\/p>\n
Not without thought.<\/p>\n
But without danger.<\/p>\n
David joined the conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we endow it, the fund could continue after you\u2019re gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
After you\u2019re gone.<\/p>\n
At seventy-three, mortality no longer felt theoretical.<\/p>\n
Arthur was gone.<\/p>\n
My mother was gone.<\/p>\n
Helen, Louise, Richard.<\/p>\n
People disappeared.<\/p>\n
Structures remained if someone built them carefully enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want that.\u201d<\/p>\n
David nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can model it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot company money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to do the entire thing personally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want the company involved. But not responsible for all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Caldwell may not exist forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked offended.<\/p>\n
\u201cComforting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing exists forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want the fund connected to the community, not one family.\u201d<\/p>\n
David considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s smarter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSay it louder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t ruin it.\u201d<\/p>\n
We created a structure that invited broad participation.<\/p>\n
Caldwell provided the foundation.<\/p>\n
I made a personal contribution.<\/p>\n
Brenda donated.<\/p>\n
Walter sent a check after hearing about it.<\/p>\n
Carol contributed in memory of a teacher.<\/p>\n
Tommy donated too.<\/p>\n
His note said only:<\/p>\n
For any student who is afraid of the room.<\/p>\n
I read that twice.<\/p>\n
Then I put it in the file.<\/p>\n
Not on display.<\/p>\n
Some things could remain private.<\/p>\n
The story spread among our classmates without becoming public news.<\/p>\n
June organized a small contribution drive.<\/p>\n
Susan donated in Helen Vance\u2019s memory, which moved Brenda more than she admitted.<\/p>\n
Even Robert Sterling from the Fairmont called.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hotel would like to contribute.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve already provided enough drama.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause half our staff has heard about your apron by now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMiguel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConfidentiality is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHospitality runs on gossip.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Fairmont donated.<\/p>\n
So did several Caldwell clients.<\/p>\n
Within six weeks, the fund was larger than anything my mother could have imagined when she handed over that first hundred dollars.<\/p>\n
Dr. Ortiz invited me to a small planning meeting.<\/p>\n
Not a ceremony.<\/p>\n
I approved.<\/p>\n
Eight people attended.<\/p>\n
No press.<\/p>\n
No banner.<\/p>\n
Patricia came.<\/p>\n
So did Brenda.<\/p>\n
At the end, Dr. Ortiz placed the 1972 ledger beside the new fund documents.<\/p>\n
Old paper beside new.<\/p>\n
One hundred dollars beside a sustainable program.<\/p>\n
I touched my mother\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think she\u2019d approve?\u201d<\/p>\n
Brenda answered before anyone else.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019d ask about administrative costs.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed so hard I nearly cried.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means I\u2019m learning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA little.\u201d<\/p>\n
The fund launched quietly at the start of the next semester.<\/p>\n
For confidentiality, I did not receive student names.<\/p>\n
Only categories.<\/p>\n
Transportation assistance.<\/p>\n
Band uniform.<\/p>\n
Graduation fee.<\/p>\n
Work shoes.<\/p>\n
College application.<\/p>\n
Emergency meals.<\/p>\n
One formal outfit.<\/p>\n
I stared at that last line.<\/p>\n
Formal outfit.<\/p>\n
No name.<\/p>\n
No gender.<\/p>\n
No story.<\/p>\n
Just need met.<\/p>\n
Exactly as my mother intended.<\/p>\n
I closed the report.<\/p>\n
David stood in my office doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m old.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat explanation covers a lot lately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRespect your elders.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI work for one.\u201d<\/p>\n
He came in.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething else arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He held an envelope.<\/p>\n
Oakridge High.<\/p>\n
Inside was a handwritten note from an unidentified student.<\/p>\n
No name.<\/p>\n
Dr. Ortiz had removed anything identifying.<\/p>\n
The note was short.<\/p>\n
Thank you for making it possible for me to go.<\/p>\n
I almost said no because I didn\u2019t have the right clothes.<\/p>\n
I went.<\/p>\n
Nobody cared what I wore.<\/p>\n
I had fun.<\/p>\n
I read it again.<\/p>\n
Then once more.<\/p>\n
Nobody cared what I wore.<\/p>\n
The sentence felt like a hand reaching backward through fifty-five years.<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
David sat across from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I handed him the note.<\/p>\n
He read it.<\/p>\n
Then he looked toward the lobby where the blue dress stood behind glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma would like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo would Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, I stayed late after most employees left.<\/p>\n
The production floor quieted.<\/p>\n
A few night-shift machines still turned.<\/p>\n
I walked into the lobby alone.<\/p>\n
The blue dress stood under soft light.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s words beneath it.<\/p>\n
Brenda\u2019s pink patch.<\/p>\n
The context panels we had added.<\/p>\n
I thought about removing the display eventually.<\/p>\n
A dress did not need to become a shrine.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed someone had left something at the base of the case.<\/p>\n
A small folded square of blue fabric.<\/p>\n
No note.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside, stitched clumsily in white thread, were three words:<\/p>\n
I WENT TOO.<\/p>\n
I stood there smiling.<\/p>\n
Perhaps an employee.<\/p>\n
Perhaps a visitor.<\/p>\n
Perhaps someone whose child had received help.<\/p>\n
I did not need to know.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the uncertainty felt right.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Brenda.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re calling late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s seven-thirty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is late when you wake at five.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI got an invitation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur seventy-fifth birthdays.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t a real event.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose idea?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants the old class to meet next spring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat man is addicted to gatherings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe suggested the Fairmont.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned against the display case.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him no.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought we should do something different.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA picnic.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the blue-and-white checked dress.<\/p>\n
Brenda continued carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith actual tablecloths.\u201d<\/p>\n
I began laughing.<\/p>\n
She did too.<\/p>\n
It took us almost a minute to stop.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cMartha?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlue checks?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the dress again.<\/p>\n
Fifty-five years earlier, the suggestion would have wounded me.<\/p>\n
Now it felt almost perfect.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly if we make them ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Brenda groaned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are never letting me escape the sewing lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m terrible at it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve seen your stitches.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is cruel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed again.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlue checks.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood alone in the lobby with the phone against my ear, looking at the dress my mother had made from cloth meant for something else.<\/p>\n
A table covering that became a prom dress.<\/p>\n
A prom dress that became shame.<\/p>\n
Shame that became memory.<\/p>\n
Memory that became a scholarship.<\/p>\n
And now, perhaps, fabric could become a tablecloth again without meaning defeat.<\/p>\n
Sometimes returning to the beginning did not mean going backward.<\/p>\n
Sometimes it meant finally being able to touch the old thing without fear.<\/p>\n
\u201cBrenda?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMake sure Walter doesn\u2019t organize the food.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll order six desserts and call it dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds efficient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt sounds diabetic.\u201d<\/p>\n
She laughed.<\/p>\n
We talked another twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
About picnic tables.<\/p>\n
About sewing.<\/p>\n
About whether Tommy should be trusted near a grill.<\/p>\n
Ordinary things.<\/p>\n
When we hung up, I switched off the lobby lights.<\/p>\n
The display remained illuminated.<\/p>\n
I walked toward the door.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
Behind the glass, beneath the blue dress, my mother\u2019s line caught the light.<\/p>\n
Being worn isn\u2019t the same as being worthless.<\/p>\n
For years I had thought she was talking about fabric.<\/p>\n
Then I thought she was talking about me.<\/p>\n
Now I understood she had been talking about almost everything worth saving.<\/p>\n
And for the first time since I was seventeen, the memory of prom no longer ended with me walking home alone.<\/p>\n
It continued.<\/p>\n
Patricia Owens held the photograph with both hands. At first I could only stare at seventeen-year-old Patricia. The yellow dress had long sleeves and a narrow waist. Her hair fell … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13203,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13219","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-insightdrama"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13219","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13219"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13219\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13247,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13219\/revisions\/13247"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13203"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13219"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13219"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13219"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}