Misty keeps it

Rereading the letter one more time, a tear rolled down Misty's eye. Part of her wished she had found this letter earlier, when things were going rough and she needed some kind of pick-me-up to keep going. Her sisters effort be damned. But to find it now, while she was making her own journey made it all the more impactful.

"I will, mom." the gym leader thought and let her focus shift to the rest of the room. Even with all the dust and other dirt surrounding every inch of the area, something about this room drew her further in. Given enough time and energy, she could get this place back to it's former glory. Of course, that would also require working her sisters in a way that would make them more receptive to her suggestions.

Instead, Misty let her focus shift to the far side of the room. There, what appeared to be a closet of sorts awaited. Making her way over, the gym leader took time to bat away the cobwebs and dust. Once she was more than certain they were all in one spot, she carefully pulled the closet door away. Looking within, Misty couldn't believe her eyes. Dresses and veils similar to those she had seen at the shop stared back. All kinds of colors and just about the right size. This was perfect. She didn't need to get a whole new wardrobe.

Picking one of the veils up, she gave is a quick look. A step up from her hijab, she would definitely feel more modest wearing this. But she had just got the hijab. Maybe it would be better to wait.