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That man's face is the same as my biological father's.

If nothing else, that woman should look the same as my stepmother.

As for himself, he should have the face of his younger sister now.

As a kid, I loved stuff about horror stories.Because, at the heart of a horror story is tragedy.My life is a great tragedy.

"My Mother Killed Me" used to be one of my favorite fairy tales.Because, my experience is very similar to that of the little boy in the story.

The mother died, and the father married the stepmother. The stepmother didn't like the ex-wife's son and daughter and always abused them.

The difference is that in the fairy tale, the stepmother killed the little boy, but in the real world, the stepmother killed my sister.

I hug myself tightly now, trying not to lose my mind.It was just a false insinuation that the sister was dead and the woman was in jail and would never come out again.I've grown up too, and things from the past don't hurt me anymore.However, the tears still kept pouring out.

After the man came back, the stepmother served him the boiled broth.

"Today's meat is so tender! By the way, why didn't you see your son?" Dad asked.

"Probably playing at a friend's house." The stepmother replied calmly.

The sound of eating meat and gnawing bones began to be heard above the dining table.The couple chatted and ate together.

"Honey, I feel like a failure at what I'm doing as a mother!"

"Why do you say that?"

"No matter how well I do, I will always be a stepmother, separated from the children."

"There's nothing you can do about it. Just bear with it for now. After a long time, you'll get closer to your child."

"I cook for the kids, do the laundry, and do the chores around the house. Everyone feels I deserve what I do..."

"Oh! You really worked hard at home."

The leftover bones were thrown on the ground one by one.

I hid under the table and picked up the leftover bones of 'brother'.

Holding the bone in my hand, I began to think.

How old was the stepmother when she married her father? 23, or 24?I forgot, I just remember that she just graduated from university and went to work in the company where her father worked.The two quickly fell in love and got married.

In the words of her stepmother, she is marrying love, and she doesn't mind helping her husband raise his and his ex-wife's children.

In the first few months of their wedding, my sister and I had a good time.Although the stepmother was not very close, and did not treat us harshly, there was no shortage of snacks or clothes.

Then, the stepmother got pregnant.The nightmare has begun.

The stepmother's own mother came to see her.As soon as I entered the house, the old lady stared at my sister and me in disgust.She spat and said, "Bah! Unlucky oil bottle."

My sister was so frightened that she burst into tears, and I couldn't coax her well.

At night, my sister complained loudly to my father.Dad and stepmother had a big fight.Our stepmother treated us much worse.

The stepmother's belly was getting bigger and bigger, so she quit her job and concentrated on waiting for the baby at home.

The stepmother's mother-in-law came every now and then to deliver various supplements.All kinds of sarcasm overtly and secretly will make my sister cry every time.

Then, my sister filed a lawsuit, my father and stepmother quarreled, and the relationship between stepmother and us became worse and worse.

I tried my best to prevent this from happening, but to no avail.

The father was promoted, and the family was very happy.

His entertainment began to increase, and he often came home drunk in the middle of the night.

The stepmother had a big belly, and began to act obediently and obediently.On the surface, he took care of my sister and me, and did his best without any complaints.In fact, she put small shoes on my sister and me in various ways, withheld our snacks and clothes in various ways, and began to beat and scold us in various ways.

I covered my sister's mouth to prevent her from talking back to my stepmother, and told her to be more patient.

One night, when my father came home drunk, the stepmother had a big fight with him.During the quarrel, he accidentally pushed down his stepmother.

The stepmother's child is gone.