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Before he died, my father kicked my stepmother out of the house, thinking that he was afraid that she would compete for property with us, but the truth was more shocking

I didn’t expect my father to be such a thorough worker and hide his deep emotions.

I am the youngest child in the family, there are 2 brothers above. My mother died when I was just over a year old, when she didn’t know how to call “mommy”, she left. 3 years later, my father married his second wife. Aunt Cham is a small, quiet woman. I grew up in my aunt’s care. My aunt cooked porridge and gave every spoonful to a 4-year-old child who looked skinny like she was almost 3 years old. Taking me to school, picking me up every afternoon, the day I entered grade 1, my aunt was happy as if I was her biological child. In my memory, my aunt is not a stranger but my “mother”. It’s just that my 2 brothers don’t think so.

Changing diapers, cooking porridge, pouring every spoonful of rice, taking me to school, and then quietly waiting outside the school gate like a familiar shadow. In my memory, my aunt was not a stranger – but a “mother” in a different way. The only thing is, my two brothers don’t think so.

My 2 brothers were both 10 and 13 years old when Aunt Cham came to live with us, so they hated her very much, always rebelled against her. The brothers whispered to each other: “Step-aunt, how can it be really good”. They always incited me to oppose and argue with my aunt. The eldest brother said, “You are so stupid, she only takes care of you to please my father. She is a stepmother, a step-aunt.” They stuffed a lot of things into my head, advised me to be careful, to be wise, not to be deceived. There were times when I was really confused, listening to the brothers, I also used to argue with my aunt, naughtily cut her clothes. But when I saw my aunt crying alone in the room, I cried too.

The older I get, the more I realize, we don’t share blood, but my aunt is better to me than blood, so why do I have to oppose her? So I ignored my 2 brothers, I treated my aunt better than before, even calling her “Cham’s mother”.

There was also a time when I saw my father hugging and patting my aunt, telling her to try to hold back my 2 brothers because they lost their mother early, so they have such a personality. She just cried and nodded, in fact, she was very gentle, she never scolded or beat my two brothers even when they spoke chaoticly. Maybe that’s why my aunt was bullied even more by my brothers.

Until my 2 brothers got married and went out to live separately, the house was left with only me, my father and my aunt.

At the beginning of the year, my father was seriously ill. I don’t know what kind of care my aunt takes care of, but my father is very annoyed, often loudly talking to her.

Even once my 2 brothers brought their wives and children to play, my father even kicked my aunt out of the house in front of everyone. My aunt was depressed, 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 scrambling to pack her things in her suitcase. My father said coldly: “You and I have no relationship from now on. You go out of my sight, don’t annoy me anymore.”

I panicked, tried to ask, but he didn’t explain. The aunt was still as always, silently enduring it. She just looked at me, smiling sadly: “Don’t say anything, you can go.” The thin figure pulling the suitcase out of the gate is an image that I will never forget. I was going to follow him, but my father yelled at me.

Half a month later, my father died. The funeral took place quickly, Aunt Cham was still in charge of the funeral like a widow. After that, my aunt left again, and my brothers didn’t keep it either. They even thought that maybe my father deliberately kicked my aunt away because he knew he wouldn’t live long, he was afraid that Aunt Cham would compete for property with our 3 brothers.

After 49 days of my father, our 3 brothers decided to meet to divide the property. My father left us a piece of land, a 3-storey house and 2 poles of agricultural land, and so on, whoever has a share, that person will receive it.

Everything seemed to be over, but the other day I met my father’s friend again. After talking for a while, he told me that my father had come to see him to buy a house in his name. My father’s papers are all signed to reject the property. The house completely belonged to her aunt. This happened 4months ago – that is, 1 month before my father kicked Aunt Cham away.

I sat in silence for a long time. I didn’t expect my father to be such a thorough worker and hide his deep emotions. It turned out that he was not afraid that my aunt would compete for property with us, but on the contrary, he was afraid that we ourselves wouldhurt the woman who had been quietly taking care of us for so many years.

I went to my aunt, the new house she lived in was small, but it was clean and sunny in the yard. The aunt opened the door, still with the old gentle smile, still the familiar slender figure.

After talking to my aunt, I understood that my father was right to think so, because if my two brothers really knew about it, she would definitely not be able to rest easy.

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