My mother, who raised me with a woman's hand, decided to get married. I was glad, but as adolescents, I was worried about getting used to my new family. The new father had a child with him. A little younger than me. I disliked her a little bit as she spoke to my mother in a friendly way. The nature that she shows only in front of me so kindly at first glance.
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