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Before he died, my father kicked my stepmother out of the house, thinking he was afraid she would compete with us for the property, 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 two brothers upstairs. My mother died when she was just over a year old, when she didn’t know what to call “mom”, she left. Three 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 girl who looked skinny as if she 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 daughter. In my memory, my aunt is not an outsider but my “mother.” It’s just that my two brothers don’t believe it.

Changing diapers, cooking porridge, pouring me every spoonful of rice, taking me to school, and then waiting quietly outside the door like a familiar shadow. In my memory, my aunt was not an outsider, but a “mother” in another way. The only thing is that my two brothers don’t believe it.

My two brothers were 10 and 13 years old when Aunt Cham came to live with us, so they hated her very much and always rebelled against her. They whispered to each other, “Auntie, how can she be so good?” They always urged me to oppose and argue with my aunt. The older brother would say, “You’re so stupid, she just takes care of you to please my father. She’s a stepmother, an aunt.” They put a lot of things in my head, advising 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, I would cut her clothes mischievously. But when I saw my aunt crying alone in the room, I would cry too.

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

I also once saw my father hugging and caressing my aunt, telling her to try to restrain my two brothers, as they lost their mother at a young age, which is why they have such a peculiar personality. She just cried and nodded; in fact, she was very kind; she never scolded or hit my two brothers, not even when they were talking chaotically. Maybe that’s why my aunt was even more bullied by my brothers.

Until my two brothers married and went to live apart, the house was left with only my father, my aunt and me.

At the beginning of the year, my father became seriously ill. I don’t know what kind of care my aunt gives him, but my father is very upset and often speaks loudly to him.

Even once, my two 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 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 put her things in the suitcase. My father said coldly, “From now on, you and I have no relationship. Get out of my sight, don’t bother me anymore.”

I panicked and tried to ask, but he didn’t explain anything. The aunt remained still as always, holding on in silence. He looked at me with a sad smile: “Don’t say anything, you can go.” The thin figure taking the suitcase out the door is an image I will never forget. I was going to follow him, but my father yelled at me.

Half a month later, my father passed away. The funeral was quickly held, and Aunt Cham was still in charge, as if she were a widow. Later, my aunt left again, and my brothers didn’t keep the house either. They even thought that my father might have kicked her out on purpose because he knew she wouldn’t live long; I was afraid that Aunt Cham would compete for the property with our three brothers.

After 49 days of my father, our three brothers 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 has a share, will receive it.

It all 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 signed to refuse ownership. The house belonged entirely to his aunt. This was four months ago, that is, a month before my father kicked Aunt Cham out.

I was silent for a long time. I didn’t expect my father to be so meticulous and hide his deep emotions. It turned out that I was not afraid that my aunt would compete with us for property, but, on the contrary, I was afraid that we ourselves would hurt the woman who had quietly cared for us for so many years.

I went to my aunt’s house. The new house where I lived was small, but the garden was clean and sunny. The aunt opened the door, still with her usual kind smile, still with her slender figure.

After talking to my aunt, I understood that my father was right to think that, because if my two brothers really found out, she definitely couldn’t be calm.