I am an only child, when my father had a stroke, my family was in great difficulty, I cooked for my father and took care of hygiene. Below is the content about my youngest aunt, revolving around me, my aunt, and her beloved son born in 1990. When he wakes up, when he sleeps, where he goes, I have to ask, but I don't know if I will receive shocking responses, I also have to cook for him, serving the rice.

There were several times I called my aunt and told her that if he asked for money, I should give it, but I didn’t, I said he should take the money to have fun, why give it to him.

The last picture is of my mother and me, when my house was being renovated, my aunt created trouble many times, cursing my family because the workers accidentally made a piece of metal protrude a little, and then she saw me alone and challenged me to call the land management office to measure the land. She thought my parents wouldn’t tell me that my father had given her land and told her to come back to live.

My father loves the youngest sister, so I also help, just thinking it’s family, it’s okay. Who would have thought it created an ungrateful and brazen person, from the time we renovated the house, the true nature of them was revealed.

What they did and said made my head feel overwhelmed when I remember it; I cannot calmly recount the details. At some point, when I am calm enough, I will write it all down and include videos of what they did.

I always thought that treating people well would mean that they would help back when facing difficulties, but instead, they developed a greed to completely swallow me up.