Your Little Mother Ran Away

On my eighteenth birthday, my dad brought home a girl about my age and asked me to call her baby mom. I laughed out loud on the spot. My mother has only been gone for three years, and my father found a peer to disgust me? OK. If you want to enter this house, I won't let you. I made her wipe the floor on her knees, I ruined her reputation in school, I caused her to have a miscarriage. I thought she would hate me and cry and beg me. But she never complained. With tolerance and forbearance, she changed me bit by bit. Later, in order to protect me, she left her shares to me and disappeared alone.