My Stepmother Kicked Me Out Two Days After My Father Died, The Next Morning, a Bunch of SUVs Showed up in Front of Her House!?
When my mother died, I was ten and Dad tried his best to fill the void. Sunday mornings smelled of French toast, his tears silently wiped away, his notes tucked into my lunch box like little lifelines. He was grieving, but he was still my hero. Cheryl arrived when I was fourteen, all perfumed whispers…