When I was 20, my sister left her 2-month-old daughter with my mom and disappeared. When she didn’t show up on her daughter’s second birthday, my mom deprived her of parental rights and took custody of little Yulia. When Yulia was 5, Mom passed away.
She called her grandma and me – mom. It was the hardest blow for both of us. Mom left me her apartment, where the two of us started building our life from scratch, without Mom… Should I mention that I never got married and never had children, and I was already 40… The thing is, my fiancé dumped me when he found out I was going to take care of my sister’s runaway daughter
. He said if she were my daughter, he would have adopted her without hesitation, but the issue here was different: Yulia was a stranger to him.
After that, I didn’t try to build relationships. I worked calmly, raising Yulia… Here, she turned 19. She was already a beautiful young lady. One fine day, someone knocked on our door. I opened it and saw my sister. A fancy car and a new smartphone in her mother’s hands made Yulia turn against me with harsh words because I deprived her of the opportunity to live in a wealthy family, in luxury and abundance.
I let her go and stayed alone with everything. Grief painted me from the inside. I couldn’t taste food, didn’t know what day of the week it was, went to work on autopilot. Once my boss called me to his office. We talked for a long time, and at the end of the conversation, he invited me on a date, jokingly saying he would fire me if I refused. I was so tired of my four walls that I agreed. Half a year later, I found out I was pregnant. My happiness knew no bounds.
Vova, my former boss and current husband, was overjoyed when he learned about my situation. Soon we got married, and my dream became a reality at 41. Two months ago, someone knocked on our door. I opened the door and saw my sister, Yulia, and a 16-year-old boy. It turned out that my sister remembered her daughter when her son needed surgery, and Yulia could be a bone marrow donor for him. When the daughter didn’t fit for the role, and my husband found out the boy wasn’t his, he kicked my sister and the kids out, leaving her with nothing.
She claimed her share of Mom’s apartment, that’s why she showed up. You can judge me, but I didn’t even let them into the house. I don’t need such people in my life, and I can’t afford to be nervous, so let them go their own way. She still owes me for 19 years of raising her daughter.
