LOGINDuring the holiday, I make a rare trip back to my hometown. After dinner, Dad orders me to wash the dishes. I pause for a moment and ask, "Do we not have a caretaker at home?" Mom frowns and says, "Julia works so hard taking care of us every day. Since you are back, you should let her rest. You should be the one doing everything." I fail to fathom the logic behind her reasoning. So, I argue, "I am paying her to be a caretaker here. Is this not exactly what she is hired to do? How does it make sense that I pay and still have to do the chores myself?" My words make the caretaker, Julia Woodard, cry. My parents get angry at me too. The frown on Mom's face becomes even more pronounced. "What's the point of raising you? We barely see you all year. You are not as thoughtful as Julia! At least she stays by our side every day." Dad points at me and scolds, "You might as well stop coming back. From now on, Julia is our real daughter! Go do whatever you want!" I let out a helpless laugh. I am busy working away from home, but I send a large amount of money back every month and even fork out extra money to hire a caretaker for them. But in the end, they think her as their caring daughter and shower her with affection instead. If that's the case, I'll stop sending money and see whether Julia will still act like their "daughter" for free.
View MoreAside from hiking, I would also go camping with my friends, and we'd chat and sing under the stars as we enjoyed ourselves. We also went to plays and movies together and shared our joys and sorrows with each other.It made me feel incredibly happy and relaxed whenever I was with them.Around that time, someone also began pursuing me romantically. He was one of my business partners, and he was kind, mature, stable, gentle, and thoughtful.He knew about my past and understood my pain, and he never forced me to do the things that I didn't like. He respected me, my career, and my opinions, and he would always comfort me when I was down or tired, and help me when I encountered any difficulties.We got along very well. We didn't make any grand declarations of love to each other, but we kept each other company in a steady and ever-blossoming companionship.I knew then that this was the kind of relationship I wanted.Meanwhile, back in the village, my parents still lived in the empty hou
Mom and Dad thought of spending money on medical treatment, but they realized in horror that their retirement savings and pension were almost depleted. Julia had stolen quite a sum from them, and what remained was barely enough to cover their food, let alone medicine and other necessities.They lay on their cold bed, sick and miserable, but no one waited on them or brought them food or medicine. No one offered them any comfort, and they couldn't even get themselves a hot meal anymore.The house was empty and lifeless, filled only with the sound of their coughing and sighing.They glanced around in the empty house, looking at my childhood photos on the wall. They recalled the monthly allowance I used to give them on time, how I'd hired someone to wait on them hand and foot, and how I always bought them gifts and presents every time I came home. I'd talk to them, chat with them, and eat with them, but now, there was nothing left except regrets.Mom lay in bed, sobbing and poundin
Just as Julia was about to continue rummaging through Mom and Dad's bedside tables for anything valuable, the neighbor across the street happened to take out the trash just then and saw the front door wide open.The house was in complete disarray, and she also saw a figure furtively rummaging through my parents' belongings, so she got suspicious at once.She quietly went into a corner, pulled out her phone, and called the police, quietly explaining the situation to the officers that someone had broken into the house.The police arrived quickly. They rushed into the house with body cameras on them, arresting Julia on the spot.Julia's face turned deathly pale when she saw the police and trembled violently. Her bag fell to the ground, scattering expensive cigars, alcohol, jewelry, and cash onto the floor. With so much evidence against her, resistance was futile. There was no denying it.The police questioned her on the spot. When Julia realized that there was no way she could worm h
Dad continued, "We've already kicked Julia out and changed the locks, and we're never letting her back in. Let's continue living happily as a family of three, okay?"I gently pulled my hand away. "No, thank you.""Jen!" Mom cried, her eyes reddening with anxiety. She grabbed my arm, refusing to let go. "That's your home too! How could you not go back? You're our only daughter. What will we do if you don't come back with us?""My home?" I scoffed sarcastically and a little sorrowfully. "What about when you changed the locks without telling me, gave my room to Julia, and kicked me out of the house, saying I wasn't your daughter anymore? Why didn't any of you think that it was still my home then?""I…" Mom was at a loss for words. Tears streamed down her face even more as she choked, "We only said that in the heat of the moment. You shouldn't take them to heart. Please, Jen? We were wrong. We really know that we were wrong."You're our only daughter. We still have to rely on you wh
"We've decided to adopt Julia as our daughter," Dad announced as he looked around the table. The room fell silent instantly. I could see our relatives exchanging bewildered glances with each other.Mom then said, "Julia is a very thoughtful child. She's always by our side, serving us and taking c
Dad opened his mouth to continue yelling at me, but Julia hurriedly stepped in and gently smoothed things over."Mr. and Mrs. Peterson, it's rare for Ms. Peterson to come back. Let's just talk things out calmly as a family instead of arguing like this. We should be keeping our peace."Then, she tu
"Please don't get mad, Mr. Peterson," Julia said quickly, stepping forward and gently tugging at Dad's arm with a meek smile."Ms. Peterson has had a tough time working in Berrington. Being a manager in such a cutthroat city isn't easy for her. It's very demanding, so it's only natural that she can
Julia noticed my gaze and hurriedly rummaged through the bottom of the shoe cabinet, pulling out a pair of disposable indoor slippers and handing them to me instead."I'm sorry, Ms. Peterson. I seemed to have been wearing the wrong pair by mistake. Why don't you put these on for now?"I looked at






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