My stepmother died and my sister broke up. I took a pillowcase and opened it. My sister cried.

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My stepmother died and my sister broke up. I took a pillowcase in her room. When I opened it, my sister cried.

What is called relatives, I think in my own view is to share weal and woe with each other, when difficulties hit, can firmly stay by the side, do not leave and never give up. Among the three members of our family, my stepmother and I did this, and my sister had a very different view from us.

I was not born to a stepmother, and our family was remarried and reorganized. When my stepmother came to my house, she brought a little girl who was two years older than me. I was 7 years old and she was 9 years old, so we became a family. Since then, she has treated me as her own, and we have a good relationship. I rely on her very much from the bottom of my heart, and I usually like to be fed up with her. Although my father treats my sister like his own daughter, my sister still thinks that I have taken away the maternal love that originally belonged to her, which caused her dissatisfaction.

At that time, we lived in a small county town, and the house I lived in was the welfare room allocated by my father's unit at that time. The area of the house was small, which was the most common kind of two bedrooms and one living room. Since my sister and I were not old at that time, we lived in the same house together. I was very happy and felt that I had company, and sometimes I would climb up to my sister's bed like my stepmother at night to show my closeness to her, but she always pushed me out of her bed with her hands or kicks, with indifference all over her face.

When I was in my first year of high school and my sister was in the third year of high school, my father died of illness. at that time, my own aunt came and said that she wanted to take me away and go to her home to finish high school and then go to college. My sister said to my stepmother in front of me, "Mom, just let her go. It's good for our whole family." Anyway, she has nothing to do with us. She is not a family at all. " At that time, I cried sadly, and my stepmother, for the first time in her life, slapped my sister in the face, saying that if she said that again, she would never recognize her again. Because my stepmother refused to do so, my aunt left alone at last, and the worry before she didn't come was swept away, replaced by full of emotion and peace of mind.

My sister's grades were not good. After she failed in the college entrance examination, she took part in the work. She liked clothes, cosmetics and so on, so she went to that kind of high-end fashion store and became a clerk. From then on, she focused all her attention on dressing up, and people also became somewhat snobbish and vain. On the other hand, I went to college properly and then joined a state-owned enterprise and became a white-collar worker. Seeing the distance between us getting farther and farther, my sister became unbalanced again. She thought that if her stepmother had sent me away, at least she wouldn't have to face me, and she wouldn't have been bothered by it, so she had an opinion about her mother and didn't come home for years.

I took care of my stepmother's poor health in the last few years, but my sister was nowhere to be seen. When the hospital issued the notice of death, I called my sister to see her stepmother in the hospital for the last time, and she only said coldly, "you are the only promising daughter in my mother's heart, and it is enough for you to be there." In this way, the old man did not see his own daughter appear on his deathbed. But as soon as she died, her sister ran back to make a separation. The stepmother had made arrangements for this before her deathbed, which was said in front of a lawyer and notarized. She left the old house to her sister and left me a pillowcase. My sister smiled and was very proud at that time. But I know that the pillowcase was embroidered by my stepmother on her deathbed, and it was her heart. For me, it doesn't matter whether she leaves money or not. I can live a good life anyway.

My sister came to show off yesterday. I was sad and didn't want to argue with her, but she refused to forgive me. He has been saying in front of me that the real mother is the real mother, and the one who is dying is still his own daughter. Seeing that I had been grieving with the pillowcase embroidered by my stepmother, she came to grab it, saying that she wanted to see what great love was hidden in it. As a result, during the push and shove, the pillowcase fell to the ground, and there was a passbook containing 600000 yuan. The elder sister cried loudly when she saw this, scolded her stepmother for being eccentric, and finally collapsed directly, crying to one side.

I think she has had an emotional deviation since she was a child. Our relationship could have been better, but now with the death of our stepmother, I think our plastic sisterhood has come to an end. She still wanted to argue with me for the passbook, but she couldn't stand up in the law, and finally left with tears. I think she would still look at me with hatred, but I would set my sights on the future. For those who don't like you, it's enough to stay away, what do you say?