When my mother passed away, my aunt, whom I had not seen for a long time, cried heartbrokenly. She insisted on dragging me home with her to celebrate the New Year. My mother said that my aunt is my only relative. After returning home, my aunt took advantage of me, my uncle spied on me, and even my cousins thought I was a laughing stock. The beginning of the new year trapped me in the basement and froze to death. When I opened my eyes again, my aunt held my hand and happily led me in: "Don't be afraid, Qiao Nian, this is your home."
