The Annoying Stepmom
During the summer of my eighth grade, my dad got me a stepmom.
He was 42 years old, and the woman was four years older than him.
They did not register their marriage or have a wedding. One day, out of nowhere, that woman suddenly showed up in our house.
Just like that, she entered the place I had lived in for all my fourteen years without any warning.
When I saw this chubby, dark-skinned woman, I felt nothing but disgust and dislike.