I have no impression of my mother since I was a child, and I have never even seen a photo of my mother, because after my parents divorced, my grandmother cleaned up everything about my mother. I don't know how much my grandmother hates my mother, so that we are never allowed to mention my real mother in this family. Although I have a longing for my mother, I have no memory of her, let alone miss her.

When I was eight years old, my stepmother came to my house. She is a virtuous woman. She also brought a daughter, five years younger than me. She was only three years old when she came to our house. I remember that time, she had a runny nose all day and was not liked at all. I hate her anyway, but my father likes her and often hugs her.

Because she is young, everyone including my grandmother told me that I should let my sister go. At that time, I felt particularly disgusted with her and my stepmother. I think when they arrived, they took all the love that belonged to me. I also think that my stepmother is not good to my sister. Even before the rebellious period, I began to rebel.

Gradually, my sister and I have grown up. My sister is more beautiful than me, she studies well, goes to college and works well after graduation, not to mention her stepmother. Every time my father mentions this daughter who has nothing to do with himself, there is an uncontrollable smile on his face, but when he mentions me, his brow is always locked.

Although I didn't go to college, my sister got married before me. Because my sister is excellent, there are many people pursuing her, and the conditions for finding a husband are also good. At that time, when they got married, her stepmother gave her100000 yuan as his dowry, which was a beautiful marriage. When my sister got married the next year, my husband and I also got married. Compared with my sister, we are inferior to her in every respect. I am not as good as my sister, my husband is not as good as my brother-in-law, and the conditions are worse than others. At that time, I got married, and my stepmother married me, all wrapped in one bag.

I didn't know what was inside. I didn't open it until the night of the wedding. As a result, I opened it and found a passbook inside. I was shocked when I saw it, because I saw 200 thousand on it. At that time, I cried and called my father in tears. My father told me: Your mother said that we have paid too little attention to you over the years. We owe you, my daughter and my parents all hope that you can be happy. You can do this money.

Hearing my crying, my stepmother took the phone and said, daughter, we won't cry on our wedding day. My parents will always love you and wish you happiness. I just know, in fact, my father and stepmother love my sister the same. My stepmother is very kind to me, even better than her own daughter, but I have always misunderstood her.