Before he died, my father kicked my stepmother out of the house, thinking that he was afraid of Mrs. Tr; what he took; Lucky for us, the truth was more unexpected
Before he died, my father kicked my stepmother out of the house, thinking that he was afraid of competing with us for the property, but the truth was more surprising.
I didn’t expect my father to be so good and hide his deep feelings.
I am the youngest daughter in the family, with two older brothers. My mother died when I was just over a year old, when she didn’t know what to call “mother,” she left. Three years later, my father married his second wife. Aunt Cham was a small and quiet woman. I grew up under the care of my aunt. My aunt cooked porridge and gave each spoonful to a 4-year-old girl who looked as thin as if she were almost 3 years old. Taking me to school, picking me up every afternoon, the day I entered first grade, my aunt was as happy as if she were her biological child. In my memory, my aunt was not a stranger but my “mother”. My two siblings just couldn’t believe it.
Changing diapers, cooking porridge, pouring me every spoonful of rice, taking me to school, and then quietly waiting outside the door like a familiar shadow. In my memory, my aunt was not a stranger, but a “mother” in a different way. The only thing was that my two siblings didn’t believe it.
My two brothers were 10 and 13 years old when Aunt Cham came to live with us, so they hated her so much and always rebelled against her. They whispered to each other, “Auntie, how can she be so beautiful?” They always encouraged me to contradict and argue with my aunt. The eldest sister said, “You are so silly, she only takes care of you to please my father. She is a stepmother, an aunt.” They put many things into my mind, advising me to be careful, to be smart, not to be fooled. There were times when I was really confused, listening to my siblings, I used to argue with my aunt too, I cut her clothes off deceitfully. But when I saw my aunt crying alone in the room, I cried too.
As I got older, I realized more and more that we were not of the same blood, but my aunt was better for me than blood, so why should I contradict her? So I ignored my two siblings and treated my aunt better than before, and even called her “Cham’s Mother.”
I also once saw my father hugging and caressing my aunt, telling her to try to stop my two siblings, because they lost their mother at a young age, so they had different personalities. She just cried and nodded; in fact, she was very kind; She never scolded or hit my two siblings, even when their conversation was chaotic. Maybe that was the reason why my aunt bullied my siblings even more.
Until my two siblings got married and lived separately, the house was left only to my father, aunt, and me.
At the beginning of the year, my father became very ill. I don’t know what kind of care my aunt gave him, but my father was annoyed and often spoke loudly to him.
At least once, my two siblings brought their wives and children to play, my father even kicked my aunt out of the house in front of everyone. Auntie was sad, but she still stayed, waiting for my father to calm down.
Last month, my father called all the children to a family meeting. I was the last to leave because there was an unexpected meeting that day. When I got home, I saw that the atmosphere was very tense and my aunt was rushing to put her things in the suitcase. My father said, “From now on, we will have no relationship. Stay out of my sight, don’t bother me anymore.”
I was scared and tried to ask questions, but she didn’t explain anything. As usual, my aunt was silent. She looked at me with a sad smile: “Don’t talk, you can go.” The suitcase being taken out the door is an image I will never forget. I was about to follow her but my father shouted at me.
Half a month later, my father passed away. The funeral was held quickly, and Aunt Cham was still in charge, as if she were a widow. A little later, my aunt left again, and my siblings also did not maintain the house. They even thought that my father might have deliberately thrown him out because he knew that he would not live long; I was afraid that Aunt Cham might compete for the property with our three siblings.
After my father’s 49 days, our three siblings decided to get together to divide the property. My father left us a piece of land, a three-story house and two poles of agricultural land, and so on, whoever had a share, would receive it.
It seemed like everything was over, but the next day I met my father’s friend again. After talking for a while, he told me that my father had come to him to buy a house in his name. My father signed the papers to deny ownership. The house belonged to his aunt. It was four months ago, that is, a month before my father kicked out Aunt Cham.
I had been silent for a long time. I didn’t expect my father to be so careful and hide his deep feelings. It wasn’t that I was afraid that my aunt would compete with us for the property, but, on the contrary, I was afraid that we ourselves would hurt the woman who had quietly taken care of us for so many years.
I went to my aunt’s house. The house I lived in was small, but the garden was clean and sunny. My aunt opened the door, with her usual kind smile, still with her slender body.
After talking to my aunt, I understood that my father was right in thinking, because if my two siblings really found out about this, she would definitely not be calm.