By some miracle, she survived the crash, but she never woke up. She slipped into a vegetative state.
My dad cared for her himself. He didn’t let my aunt or my grandmother lift a finger, wouldn’t even hire a nurse.
Still, after just a few months, she was gone.
My dad broke down really hard because of that.
I could remember, I was only a freshman in high school at that time.
My grandmother panicked the moment Mom passed. She was terrified my stepfather would leave now that Mom was gone.
She yanked me by the ear and spat venom in my face.
“You cursed your own father to death, and now your mother too! Starting tomorrow, forget school. I’m not paying a cent for you to study. Go get a job!”
I bawled like a terrified kid, which, truthfully, I was. Deep down, I thought the same thing she did, that without my mom, my stepfather would toss me aside.
But he didn’t.
Not only did he keep treating me the same, he became even more attentive, as if he wanted to make up for what I’d lost.
My aunt, however, had other ideas. She wanted to marry him and become my stepmother. She even said she could give him a son.
But my father only got furious.