{"id":17136,"date":"2026-10-07T00:15:57","date_gmt":"2026-10-07T00:15:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136"},"modified":"2026-10-07T00:24:40","modified_gmt":"2026-10-07T00:24:40","slug":"my-mother-died-with-a-needle-in-her-hand-sewing-the-dress-i-would-wear-before-california-three-days-later-her-former-boss-sneered-dead-women-dont-own-ideas-i-said-nothi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136","title":{"rendered":"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

My mother died with a needle in her hand and my dress across her knees. Three days later, the woman who had stolen her life’s work called that dress a cleaning rag.<\/p>\n

Vivian Cross said it in front of twelve models, two photographers, and the producers of California Creates, a televised fashion gala broadcast throughout the state. She stood beneath a portrait of herself, smiling at the cameras while I held the garment bag against my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother was a seamstress, Lena. Nothing more. Don’t confuse grief with talent.\u201d<\/p>\n

For nineteen years, Mom had sewn Vivian’s award winning collections in a windowless Los Angeles workroom. When her hands began shaking, Vivian fired her. When we requested unpaid wages, her lawyer sent a letter accusing Mom of stealing fabric.<\/p>\n

Then cancer took what exhaustion hadn’t.<\/p>\n

During her last week, Mom worked between naps, stitching pale blue silk into a dress that looked like sunrise breaking over water. I begged her to stop.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne thing with our name on it,\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

I thought she meant the label inside the collar.<\/p>\n

Now Vivian reached for my garment bag. \u201cWardrobe will put you in something appropriate. You’re presenting the scholarship, not auditioning for pity.\u201d<\/p>\n

The scholarship bore my mother’s name. Vivian had announced it after her death: a beautiful tribute from a generous employer. Donations were already pouring into the foundation. Nobody had asked our permission.<\/p>\n

\u201cI’m wearing this,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Vivian leaned close enough that only I could hear her. \u201cThen remember who paid for your seat at the table.\u201d<\/p>\n

I had paid for it: six months of freelance alterations and an entry fee for the gala’s emerging designer showcase. My acceptance arrived before Mom’s diagnosis worsened. Vivian had discovered my name on the program and recast my appearance as her charitable gesture.<\/p>\n

Behind her, a monitor played previews of her newest collection. I recognized the curved seams immediately. Mom had drawn them at our kitchen table.<\/p>\n

Vivian watched my face and smiled. \u201cDead women don’t own ideas.\u201d<\/p>\n

For one second, I wanted to scream. Instead, I zipped the bag slowly.<\/p>\n

That morning, I had opened the cedar box Mom left beneath her bed. Inside were sketchbooks, old contracts, wage records, and a sealed envelope addressed to an attorney named Daniel Reyes.<\/p>\n

There was also a photograph of Mom standing beside a younger Vivian. Both women held the same company incorporation certificate.<\/p>\n

On the back, Mom had written eight words in her careful, slanted handwriting.<\/p>\n

She thinks you won’t know where to look.<\/em><\/p>\n

I met Vivian’s eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou’re right,\u201d I said. \u201cMy mother isn’t here to defend herself.\u201d<\/p>\n

She laughed.<\/p>\n

I let her, until my phone vibrated with Daniel’s reply: Found it.<\/em><\/p>\n

Part 2<\/h3>\n

Daniel met me in a diner across from the hospital where Mom had died. He placed the photograph between us and ordered coffee he never touched.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour mother helped establish Cross Atelier,\u201d he said. \u201cShe owned thirty percent. Her shares never disappeared just because Vivian stopped mentioning them.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at him. \u201cMom cleaned houses after work to pay for my school shoes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe believed the company was losing money. Vivian sent her statements showing losses. The records your mother saved suggest something else.\u201d<\/p>\n

He turned his laptop toward me. Payments to Vivian’s private consulting company appeared beside invoices for services nobody could identify. Daniel had already requested an inspection of the company’s books on behalf of Mom’s estate.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis takes time,\u201d he warned. \u201cWe need records, testimony, and a judge. Tonight won’t settle it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTonight she wants me to thank her on television.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don’t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n

The dress contained another surprise, tucked into a small pocket beneath its lining: a flash drive wrapped in tissue. Mom had photographed her sketches, recorded fittings, and saved messages discussing a collection she had developed independently during her medical leave.<\/p>\n

Vivian had offered to license it. The agreement required Mom’s written approval of the final garments, payment, and prominent credit. None had happened.<\/p>\n

Yet those garments were scheduled to close the gala.<\/p>\n

Daniel contacted the producers. Their attorney examined our documents while the wardrobe director checked the runway samples against Mom’s dated photographs. By late afternoon, the finale was suspended pending resolution of the dispute.<\/p>\n

Vivian blamed a technical problem. She never imagined the problem had a name.<\/p>\n

Rosa Marquez.<\/p>\n

At rehearsal, she handed me a speech.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay I gave your mother dignity,\u201d she instructed. \u201cPeople love that.\u201d<\/p>\n

The first line called Mom an unemployed seamstress whom Vivian had rescued. I folded the paper.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid she approve the scholarship?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe’s dead. Approval is hardly her concern.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happens to the donations?\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian glanced toward the stage. \u201cAdministration, darling. Inspiration isn’t free.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn’t secretly record her. I didn’t need to. The foundation’s own published materials named Mom’s family as partners. Daniel had sent a correction and demanded that they stop using her name. Their board called an emergency meeting.<\/p>\n

An hour before broadcast, Vivian cornered me beside the dressing rooms. Her smile was gone.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever you’ve been telling people, take it back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I fastened Mom’s dress. Its hidden structure lifted the silk into soft ripples. Every stitch held, even the tiny, uneven ones sewn when her fingers could barely close.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could have paid her,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI made her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why were you so afraid to put her name beside yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone knocked. The producer entered, carrying a revised running order. Vivian reached for it. He handed it to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour segment is approved,\u201d he said. \u201cThree minutes. Stick to the verified material.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian looked from him to me.<\/p>\n

For the first time since my mother’s funeral, she looked frightened.<\/p>\n

Outside the door, applause swelled. I walked toward it without looking back.<\/p>\n

Part 3<\/h3>\n

The spotlight found me before I could see the audience.<\/p>\n

For a moment, I was eight again, standing on a chair while Mom pinned a hem, whispering that beautiful things should let you breathe.<\/p>\n

Then I saw Vivian in the front row. Her lips formed one word.<\/p>\n

Don’t.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother made this dress during the last week of her life,\u201d I began. \u201cShe wanted one thing shown with her name on it. Tonight, I’m honoring that request.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind me, the screen displayed Rosa Marquez and a photograph of her hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may have heard she was a seamstress rescued by Cross Atelier. She was also its cofounder and a shareholder. We have the original documents.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian stood.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is a grieving girl’s fantasy!\u201d<\/p>\n

I waited until the room quieted.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you won’t mind the independent review.\u201d<\/p>\n

The screen changed to Mom’s dated sketches, followed by photographs of the advertised finale. The resemblance needed no embellishment.<\/p>\n

\u201cThose designs were offered under a conditional license,\u201d I said. \u201cMy mother’s approval, payment, and credit were required. Her estate has found no evidence that those conditions were met. The producers have suspended their presentation.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian started toward the stage. A producer met her at the stairs. She could still leave quietly. Instead, she shouted.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe signed what I told her to sign!\u201d<\/p>\n

Cameras turned.<\/p>\n

I felt no pleasure watching her unravel. Only relief that she could no longer make us disappear.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the scholarship?\u201d I asked. \u201cDid you think I would thank you for selling my mother’s name?\u201d<\/p>\n

The host stepped beside me.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe foundation has withdrawn tonight’s fundraising appeal,\u201d she announced. \u201cDonors will receive information directly from its board.\u201d<\/p>\n

Vivian looked around for allies. Her chief sponsor stared at the floor. Her publicist had already left.<\/p>\n

Then the applause began, quietly at first, until the room rose around me.<\/p>\n

I touched the seam over my heart.<\/p>\n

\u201cHer name was Rosa,\u201d I said. \u201cPlease remember it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The lawsuits took eleven months.<\/p>\n

I spent mornings answering questions and evenings sewing. Daniel obtained the financial records. Two former employees testified. An accountant traced company money into Vivian’s personal expenses. Her explanations collapsed under documents she had assumed nobody would ever request.<\/p>\n

A court ordered repayment to the company. The resulting settlement bought Mom’s shares from her estate, resolved the design claims, and paid the wages she was owed. The foundation refunded its disputed donations and removed Vivian from its board.<\/p>\n

The company’s remaining directors removed her, too. Retailers canceled orders. She sold her beach house to cover the judgment and legal bills.<\/p>\n

A year after the gala, I opened a small studio with bright windows, written contracts, and everyone’s name on their work.<\/p>\n

Mom’s dress stood behind glass near the entrance. Beneath it was her original handwritten label.<\/p>\n

Made for Lena. With all I have.<\/em><\/p>\n

On opening morning, sunlight crossed the silk like water. I unlocked the door, breathed deeply, and let the first young designer inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome in,\u201d I told her. \u201cYour name belongs here.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
\n
\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My mother died with a needle in her hand and my dress across her knees. Three days later, the woman who had stolen her life’s work called that dress a cleaning rag. Vivian Cross said it in front of twelve models, two photographers, and the producers of California Creates, a televised fashion gala broadcast throughout […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":17152,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17136","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-life-true"],"yoast_head":"\nMy mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026 - Life's True Purpose<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026 - Life's True Purpose\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"My mother died with a needle in her hand and my dress across her knees. Three days later, the woman who had stolen her life’s work called that dress a cleaning rag. Vivian Cross said it in front of twelve models, two photographers, and the producers of California Creates, a televised fashion gala broadcast throughout […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Life's True Purpose\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-10-07T00:15:57+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:modified_time\" content=\"2026-10-07T00:24:40+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"941\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1672\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Anh Giao\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Anh Giao\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"7 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136\",\"name\":\"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026 - Life's True Purpose\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-10-07T00:15:57+00:00\",\"dateModified\":\"2026-10-07T00:24:40+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#\/schema\/person\/a3550eae7c45b9b49f90434f85926afb\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg\",\"width\":941,\"height\":1672},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/\",\"name\":\"Life's True Purpose\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#\/schema\/person\/a3550eae7c45b9b49f90434f85926afb\",\"name\":\"Anh Giao\",\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/true.kenh69.info\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?author=3\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026 - Life's True Purpose","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026 - Life's True Purpose","og_description":"My mother died with a needle in her hand and my dress across her knees. Three days later, the woman who had stolen her life’s work called that dress a cleaning rag. Vivian Cross said it in front of twelve models, two photographers, and the producers of California Creates, a televised fashion gala broadcast throughout […]","og_url":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136","og_site_name":"Life's True Purpose","article_published_time":"2026-10-07T00:15:57+00:00","article_modified_time":"2026-10-07T00:24:40+00:00","og_image":[{"width":941,"height":1672,"url":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Anh Giao","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Anh Giao","Est. reading time":"7 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136","url":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136","name":"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026 - Life's True Purpose","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg","datePublished":"2026-10-07T00:15:57+00:00","dateModified":"2026-10-07T00:24:40+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#\/schema\/person\/a3550eae7c45b9b49f90434f85926afb"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/10\/Chiec-vay-lua-xanh-toa-sang.jpg","width":941,"height":1672},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?p=17136#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"My mother died with a needle in her hand, sewing the dress I would wear before California. Three days later, her former boss sneered, \u201cDead women don\u2019t own ideas.\u201d I said nothing. Hidden beneath that dress\u2019s lining was a flash drive she never knew existed. When I stepped into the spotlight, she mouthed, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d But the screen behind me was already changing\u2026"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#website","url":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/","name":"Life's True Purpose","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/#\/schema\/person\/a3550eae7c45b9b49f90434f85926afb","name":"Anh Giao","sameAs":["http:\/\/true.kenh69.info"],"url":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/?author=3"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17136","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=17136"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17136\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17144,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17136\/revisions\/17144"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17152"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17136"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17136"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/true.kenh69.info\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17136"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}