About five years ago, my father died of illness, and I lived in a mediocre life with my mother, sister and grandfather at this house with the little fortune that he left behind. In fact, I love my real mother. When I was a student, when my mothers gathered at the parents' association and lined up, only my mother was beautiful. For me now, my mother is more a woman of love than a mother. Well, until that guy came and went to this house with his grandfather's caregiver in mind.
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