Taken from life. “My mother left almost three years ago”: Now my dad brought a new wife to us. She is terrible

I sat in my room, trying to ignore the sounds coming from the kitchen. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/fd0a52/620x0/1/0/2025/03/02/cznw1yha4aqrnm79kroqjt7boq3Ndzurbtnhmkfk.jpg" alt = "teenager @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (112,124,126,1)" > < p > laugh. Cutlery hitting plates. Her voice & ndash; high, annoying, stranger.

< p > three years. Almost three years have passed since my mother died. And now M & Amp; Oacute; J Dad brought someone new to our house.

< p > and I was supposed to pretend it was normal ?

< p > — Zosia, maybe you will sit with us for dinner ? & amp. Dad looked into my room.

< p > — I'm not hungry — I threw cold. < p > sighed but did not insist. He had no courage. < p > she was different.

< p > — Maybe I am to her p & oacute; if ? & mdash; I heard her voice.

< p > — Give her some time, honey & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Dad PR & AMP; Oacute; was to calm her down. < p > & ~ BDQO; Honey. < p > I clenched my fists. < P >I saw her for the first time two months ago. She came in an airy dress, with impeccable makeup, fragrant like perfumery. She smiled at me broadly as if we were to make friends.

< p > — Hi, Zosia! Tw & oacute; j dad told me so much about you!

< p > I didn't answer. At the time, I thought it was just a fleeting relationship.

< p > but a few weeks p & oacute; < p > began to change everything.

< p > new curtains, new cups, new sofa. Even the photo in the living room moved to p & oacute; as if she wanted to hide them.

< p > — I want us to start everything again — She said one day when she saw how I was looking at the picture.

< p > again ?

< p > for her it was a new life.

< p > for me & ndash; End of the old. < p > One evening, when dad was at work, she entered my room. < p > — I know it's difficult for you — started quietly.

< p > I did not answer.

< p > — But I don't want to replace your mother.

< p > — It's good — I threw cold. < p > sighed.

< p > — Zosia, we have to get along somehow.

< p > — NO. We don't have to.

< p > her face has changed for a moment. She wasn't smiling anymore. < p > — You know, your dad also has the right to be happy.

< p > — And I ? — I asked quietly.

< p > for a moment she looked at me, as if really PR & oacute; she was afraid to find an answer. But she didn't have her. < P > Oppture & oacute; < p > I didn't need her answer. < p > I already knew that for her I was only an obstacle.