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uggle. When Dad was alive, he often helped her out, and Grandpa pitied her, helping whenever he could. Every time she came over, she raided the house; she took whatever she saw and, if she had no money,

in the late stages of lung cancer, struggling to breathe in recent days. For once, Aunt Paige brought something when she

. "Dad, I should get a share of the orchard relocation money," Aunt Paige said. Mom glanced at Grandpa but remained sile

e had to give her whatever she wanted? I interrupted, showing her no respect. "Aunt Paige, when the family split, you only wan

d Grandpa to Dad. Grandpa had been supported by our family all these years. Even after Dad's death, Mom never abandoned him, paying for hi

low status raised by a mother of low status," she sneered, indirectly insulting my mom. Mom had a hard life; she was sold to Dad as a wife by

e since he got sick? How much money have you borrowed from us over the years? Have you ever

ut at me. How dare you call yourself my sister-in-law?" I grabbed her raised hand and flung it aside. "And you dare ca

years. "You worthless old man, say something! Are you just going to let this ungrateful wretch insult me?" Aunt Paige pushed Grandpa, an

rried to find his medicine. I dragged Aunt Paige outside and threw her out the door. "Get out! You're worse than an animal!" Aunt Paige tum

Paige's behavior today was partly his fault. The doctor said Grandpa wouldn't live pa

ollars less. The developers readily agreed. I told Mom to save the money and never let Aunt Paige know. Mom's eyes reddened, and sh

ne bully her again. In this new life, I was