My stepmother took a month, I was cleaning her bedroom, but when I found the letter, I was in pain
I used to hate my stepmother. Because my mother died not long ago, she followed my father home, becoming my second mother. At the age of 13, I was stubborn, defiantly opposed to my stepmother in many ways. I also don’t call her “mother”, instead, I call her “step-aunt”. never thought of her mother’s feelings when she heard her son-in-law called by that name.
The older I got, the more distant my relationship with my stepmother became. In college, I rarely go home. Because every time I come back, my father will strongly ask me to call her mother. He scolded me just because I didn’t listen to my stepmother. The more my stepmother defended, the more I hated her.
The day I got married, my stepmother didn’t appear in wedding. She only sent my father to bring me 5 taels of gold. My father sadly said that it was all the gold money that his stepmother had saved, now giving it back to me, considering me as his own son.
After that, my relationship with her was more peaceful and gentle. But I still can’t call her “mother”. Until she was dying, she held my hand and whispered to me to call my mother, I also stammered out.
Yesterday, I went home to visit, cleaned my stepmother’s bedroom a month after her death. The house that was always clean, fragrant with the scent of grapefruit flowers, is now painfully empty.
When I was cleaning out Grandma’s wardrobe, I discovered black book. When I opened it, I cried painfully at the diaries of regret and happiness of my stepmother. She grieve and lost sleep every time she heard me call “step-aunt”. She was happy and happy when she heard that I won the scholarship. She sold out wedding gold that my father gave me to pay for my college education. She worked as a janitor, hourly maid to earn money and sent it to me during the time I quit my job just because I was afraid of being bullied by my husband’s family. She longed to hear me call “mother”…
The letter in the notebook was the first letter I sent to my stepmother to thank her for the 5 taels of wedding gold. She treasures it like a treasure.
My tears soaked the notebook when I didn’t know it. I regret calling my mother even though she can no longer hear me. If only I had opened my heart more, if only I had reduced my enmity with her. Then maybe… I’m so sorry.
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