I was not loved since childhood. The fact is that I have a younger sister. My parents loved her, but not me. I do not say loved anymore, because they really just did not love me. They constantly compared us and said that I was bad and my sister was good. But in fact, she was very promiscuous, she was the worst student at school, often disappeared, and in the eleventh grade she also became pregnant by an adult man. Although I studied well at school, I was always an obedient, calm girl. But to my parents it seemed on the contrary that I was the worst. I never understood why they did not love me.
Among all these relatives who did not love me, I had a grandmother who really adored me. I often stayed with her even for weeks. We would walk around the city, cook together, read books and talk a lot. My grandmother always had interesting stories for me. When my grandmother passed away, I had a feeling that I lost a part of myself. But my grandmother made me happy even after her departure. It turns out that because I was already an adult student, my grandmother rewrote her apartment only for me. And she left the others with nothing.
But when my relatives found out about it, my mother came and started to quarrel with me, saying that I should sell the apartment and give them the money; or it would be even better if I gave the apartment to my sister, because she and the child live in one room. When she said about my sister, I got even more angry. And my mother threw me out of the door saying that they would not get anything from me. All my life, against the background of my sister, I suffered, and now fate gave me a chance to build a happy life, and I will use it. When my grandmother was alive, they did not even mention her, so why should I share her apartment with them?
