Too Late, Mom
I was about to say yes when my grandmother interrupted, "You jinx! You killed your father and sister, and now you want to curse my son?"
I stood frozen in my spot. Then, I hastily shook my head. No, that wasn't it! I would never.
My uncle insisted on taking me, and I stayed under his roof for three years. During my second year living under his roof, he informed me that my mother had found a new family. After that, he even tried to comfort me.
I nodded quietly, but I didn't notice the redness in the edges of his eyes.
My mother's new husband was a locally famous, rich upstart. It was to absolutely no one's surprise that my grandmother had a hand in that marriage happening.