My stepmother is fake (1)

My mother died when I was eight years old. In order not to let my father find me a stepmother, I learn to cook and wash clothes every day and rush to do housework.

But the clothes my father and I are wearing are worn out, and no one can mend them, and no one can make the shoes too small.

Later, dad found a woman with a three-year-old son.

When dad brought the woman and her son home, it was already evening. I heard that they came by train.

That night, I began to have nightmares. My stepmother refused to give me food, and my stepbrother beat me. All kinds of scenes come to my mind again and again.

That morning, I deliberately didn't get up. I have nothing to eat anyway. I might as well lie down for a while.

At about 8 o'clock, I heard the door gently pushed open. I deliberately covered my head with a quilt and didn't want to see anyone.

In a gentle voice: My daughter got up for dinner, and she will be late for school. Then I gently lifted the quilt on my head and brushed the messy hair on my forehead. Then I whispered: How boring it is to sleep under the quilt!

At this time, her son came in, and the milk called me: Sister, get up! We eat delicious food together.

What's the situation? I'm completely different from what I expected.

I got up and began to wash my face and brush my teeth.

Her son can't wait to sit at the table and look at the food on it.

My father was peeling eggs for my stepbrother, and my stepmother was afraid that I would be unhappy, so she quickly peeled one and put it in my bowl.

I was poor that year, and rice and boiled eggs were the best meals.

There are two eggs in the bowl. My father picked up one and gave it to my stepbrother, and my stepmother picked up the remaining one and gave it to me.

After the younger brother changed hands, he gave the egg to his mother and said, Mom, you can eat it, too. It is delicious.

I didn't know what I was thinking at that time. I picked up the eggs my stepmother gave me and gave them to my stepbrother. The child blinked his eyes and grinned and said, sister, you eat.

I picked up the egg, peeled it and put it in his bowl.

I will be more cautious when everything doesn't follow my reasoning.

My father used to drive a truck. Since my stepmother came, my father has started his old job again. Driving a truck often runs long distances and rarely goes home. There must be two more people in the family, and the expenses have doubled. Everyone has to point to his father to earn money to support his family.

My father is not at home. I live with my stepmother every day, trembling, afraid of upsetting her, and won't give me food in the future.

Now that my father is not at home, I don't even have a backer. I'd better be careful

Since my father went out to drive, I went to school by myself. One afternoon after school, I was on duty and came home a little late. As soon as I got out of school, several children booed together, saying that my father married my stepmother, and dear dad was none of my business in the future.

I was so angry that I cried and said that my father had gone out to earn money for me.

At this moment, the stepmother led her son to find me. She was worried that I didn't come home on time. I happened to meet some kids who bullied me. She held me in her arms and said to them, Look who dares to bully my daughter, my fist is awesome!

The stepmother's voice was so loud that it soon scared the children away. She also said that the next time I was on duty, she would pick me up at school.