Although Mr. Diaz was widowed, he constantly had love affairs. He even bought condoms on public accounts.
My father couldn't bear the humiliation. He divorced my mother. I chose to live with my father.
In my view, my mother might be resourceful.
She stood out and became Mr. Diaz's second wife.
In junior high school, my father unexpectedly passed away. I had to go to the Diaz family's house and live there as a dependent.
In the Diaz family's house, I deeply realized the truth, that stepfathers and stepmothers were alike in a way.
My mother had a theatrical personality.
She knew that marrying Mr. Diaz was a social climb. To express her gratitude, she not only turned a blind eye to Mr. Diaz's extramarital affairs but also seized every opportunity to show her love for the daughter of Mr. Diaz's ex-wife, Alana.
She cared for Alana meticulously and showed concern for her in every possible way.
When Alana had gastroenteritis, my mother had an urge to taste Alana's feces herself to determine whether she was not digesting properly or if she had eaten something cold.
She kept flattering Alana.
Moreover, my mother needed someone to pose a stark contrast against Alana.
And that was where I came in!