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My biological mother passed away last year. She never treated me well. I was the result of a mistake she made at sixteen. She always claimed I was the reason for her unhappiness and told me she would house me until I turned twenty, but that I had to leave after that. However, three days after I became an adult, she brought in a stepfather through a deal made to settle her debts. Surprisingly, this stepfather was young and kind to me. It was the first time I had ever felt such warmth. After my mother died, he said he would raise me and asked me to live at his house. It has already been over a year since I moved into his place. The house is incredibly spacious and nice. I have my own private room, and there is also a room we share...