After My Parents Died, My Aunt Took My Inheritance and Gave Me a Mattress on the Floor – Years Later, She Knocked on My Door

I stared at her. “Sick.”

She nodded quickly. “My heart.

My blood pressure. The doctor said I shouldn’t be alone.”

Her mouth tightened. “They don’t talk to me.”

I stayed silent.

She swallowed.

“I didn’t want to come. But I have nowhere else.”

I laughed once. Dry.

“Funny. You always had somewhere else when it was me.”

She winced like I’d hit her.

“Neither was a mattress on the floor.”

She leaned closer. “I raised you.”

“You housed me,” I corrected.

“There’s a difference.”

Her voice sharpened. “I fed you. I gave you a roof.

You owe me.”

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