Following Stepmother
One Saturday afternoon, I quietly slipped out of the house to follow my stepmother. Keeping my distance, I watched as she entered a small boutique. She emerged later, arms full of shopping bags, each one more extravagant than the last. The sight of her lavish purchases only deepened the contradiction between her spending and our household finances. I couldn’t shake the feeling that her indulgent shopping spree was somehow tied to the financial mystery that hung over us.
Following Stepmother
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