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Before he died, my father kicked my stepmother out of the house, thinking he was afraid she would compete for the 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 son in the family, there are 2 brothers upstairs. My mother died when I was just over a year old, when I didn’t know what to call “mom,” she left. 3 years later, my father married his second wife. Aunt Cham is a small, quiet woman. I grew up in the care of my aunt. My aunt cooked porridge and gave every spoonful to a 4-year-old who looked skinny as if he was almost 3 years old. Taking me to school, picking me up every afternoon, the day I entered first grade, my aunt was happy as if I were 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, serving every spoonful of rice, taking me to school, and then waiting quietly outside the school gate like a familiar shadow. In my memory, my aunt was not an outsider, but a “mother” in a different way. The only thing is that my two brothers don’t believe it.

My 2 brothers were 10 and 13 years old when Aunt Cham came to live with us, so they hated her very much, they always rebelled against her. The brothers whispered to each other, “Adoptive aunt, how can you really be good?” They always encouraged 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’s a stepmother, an adoptive aunt.” They put a lot of things in my head, they advised me to be careful, to be wise, not to be fooled. There were times when I was really confused, listening to the brothers, I also used to argue with my aunt, cut her clothes mischievously. But when I saw my aunt crying alone in the room, I cried too.

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

There was also a time when I saw my father hugging and petting my aunt, telling her to try to restrain my 2 siblings because they lost their mother early, so they have a great personality. She just cried and nodded, in fact, she was very gentle, never scolding or hitting my two brothers, even when they were talking chaotically. Maybe that’s why my aunt was bullied even more by my siblings.

Until my 2 brothers married and went 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 upset and often speaks loudly 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 reunion. I was the last one 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 pack her things in her suitcase. My father said coldly, “You and I have no relationship from now on. Get out of my sight, don’t bother me anymore.”

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

Half a month later, my father died. The funeral was held quickly, Aunt Cham was still in charge of the funeral as 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 because he knew she wouldn’t live long, he was afraid that Aunt Cham would compete for the property with our 3 brothers.

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

It all seemed to be over, but the other day I ran into 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. All of my father’s papers are signed to refuse ownership. The house belonged entirely to his aunt. This happened4 months ago, i.e. 1 month before my father kicked Aunt Cham out.

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 I wasn’t afraid that my aunt would compete for property with us, but on the contrary, I was afraid that we ourselveswould hurt the woman who had been quietly taking care of us for so many years.

I went to see my aunt, the new house I 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 with the familiar slender figure.

After talking to my aunt, I understood that my father was right to think that, because if my two brothers really knew, I definitely wouldn’t be able to rest easy.