After She Left, They Took My Home

My mom passed away when I was twelve, leaving everything she had to me.

My dad cried at her bedside, swearing he'd never remarry and that he'd take care of me no matter what.

But six months later, my stepmother moved into the villa my mom had left me, with her daughter.

She told me, "I'll love you like you're my own."

It didn't take long before my room, my clothes, everything, was taken over by her daughter.

I got shipped off to a boarding school and was only allowed home on weekends.

That went on for four years.