I AM NOBODY'S CHILD PART XI

I once had a very cruel friend. She took me on her motorcycle to a deserted area, and when we arrived, she left me there all alone. That girl was actually my mother’s niece — nine years younger than me. At that time, there were no maps or mobile applications like today. Only text messages and phone calls.

I was lucky that I had brought some money and my old cellphone with me, even though it could only send SMS and make voice calls. This incident happened around 2007 or 2008.

I had always treated her kindly. Whenever my father bought me clothes or shoes, he would also buy the same for her. But in 2009, my father passed away. One day, the hospital suddenly called me and said that my father was in the morgue. I was shocked and almost couldn’t believe it.

That night, around seven o’clock, my mother and I went to the hospital with my father’s driver. When we arrived at the morgue, one by one, our family members came to bathe my father’s body. I saw that my father’s skin had turned blue, but there was a white circle on his back, about the size of a plate.

After my father was buried, I cried for seven days and seven nights without stopping. I couldn’t stop imagining his final moments — I was sure that before he took his last breath, he called my name. My father always called for me whenever he was sick or delirious in his sleep.

After my father’s death, my eldest brother suddenly sold his own house and moved his wife and four children into mine — even though his house was bigger and much nicer. At first, I didn’t understand why. But later, I realized he believed my father had left a big inheritance to be shared, even though that wasn’t true. My father left nothing.

They stayed in my house for a year, and during that time, I supported all eight of them with the money I earned from my shop. They were a lazy couple. My brother didn’t even want to drive me to the shop, even though I was the one paying for all their expenses.

All they wanted was to spend time together like newlyweds, going out every day while neglecting their children at home. My mother and I were the ones working at the shop, exhausted and stressed. When we came home, we got even more stressed — their twin daughters would defecate everywhere, even on the table, while their parents were out somewhere, who knows where.

A few months after my father passed away, my mother, my eldest brother and his family, my second brother and his family, as well as my mother’s younger sister and her husband, all went together to visit a psychic — an indigo — to ask about my father’s spirit.

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