Honestly, when writing this, I have thought a lot about it; the story is about my father's generation.
More than 30 years ago, my father worked as a carpenter and was diligent, so people felt sorry for him and gave him a 1200m plot of land to cultivate. Later, he built a house, but at that time, it was poor. My father earned a lot of money, then he called his siblings to live together on one plot of land. Seeing my youngest sister living with her husband unhappily, he called her back to live and, with his own hands when he was healthy, dismantled the back part of the house on the left side to build a thatched house. Later, my youngest sister began to play the lottery and made a lot of money, so she built a brick house. As for the right side, he called my older brother to come back, but my older brother's house wasn't built yet, and the neighbor occupied part of the back house, building in front. Seeing two daughters bathing without a place, my father continued to let my older brother's house encroach on part of my land to build a toilet. In front of my house, they made the water flow around in front of my house and then along the right side to build a ditch because none of the siblings wanted the water to go through their house.
I think that since my parents have money, they help their struggling siblings as much as they can, taking care of their children's meals and school transportation; they have never helped anything.
Then in 2015, my father had a sudden stroke, becoming half-paralyzed, and no one from my family was there; it was tough at that time, and I was just growing up, and at that moment, the plan was just starting to emerge. My second brother encouraged my father to tell people I was mentally ill to ask for state welfare assistance; he led a doctor down, luckily after the doctor asked my mother, she was stunned and said, “My child has always been normal.” Because my second brother knew my mother added her name, and then I and my father were added to the household registration. It was revealed that the intention was immediately known; later, I didn’t associate with my second brother anymore. As for my older brother and youngest sister.
The eldest daughter of my older brother returned from working abroad with money to build a house and then told my mother to return the land; later, I don't know what they discussed at home, but they refused to return it. Okay, my family also allowed the construction but didn’t let it extend too much because it was a one-story building. Feeling resentful but unable to do anything, I kept it to myself, and a few days ago, I forbade the children from coming to my house. Then she took 2 foam boxes of soil to plant trees and brought them to the space between the two houses as the land she returned, and then she changed her mind. My father asked what she was doing, and she said she was dumping soil, and my father didn’t allow it. Then she shouted, and later, she pointed straight at him saying, “You should live simply.” I saw that and went to check because my father was half-paralyzed and didn’t want to make a big deal, so I advised her to leave the 2 boxes for planting.
My youngest sister's house is the house my father loved the most, giving all the remaining land to her, and even I also helped her.
To the extent that when I was little, my parents fed my youngest aunt, and when she grew up, I cooked and served her meals. When she was dissatisfied, she would immediately criticize me. But seeing the family ties, I didn't pay attention. Then a few months ago, the lottery ticket seller rumored that my mother won a special lottery, my aunt ran over to ask for money and then asked my mother if she had won. My family said no, and then she went back, and the next time she came over, she said if only she had won, every sibling would suffer a little to relieve my family's hardship, but we still honestly said no.
It wasn't until 3 months ago that my family renovated the house. You know what? She said half of my house is her land, and she showed a satellite image from the planning app, claiming the boundary line of her house cuts through half of mine. I understood her intention but kept quiet as I was in the middle of fixing the house. Then my family built a roof frame for the rain, my aunt ran over, refusing to turn her back like a rice pancake, cursing my house with all sorts of accusations. I told the workers to stop to keep the peace. Then she saw me standing alone and said this land belongs to her; if she wants to build half, she can, but it couldn't extend too much because her family allowed her to do so. She turned and said, “This land is yours. Did you hear your aunt say your house won the lottery?” She suddenly accused me, yelling out loud, “I didn't say your mother won the lottery,” but she yelled aggressively that she didn't say that, very loudly. I got her point, pointed at her, and said, “Have you ever seen me love you?” She waved her hand and said, “Alright, you,” and she continued yelling. The neighbors came over to hear it, then she went inside to meet my father. My father asked, “What do you want to do?” and she leaned in and yelled at my father, saying, “If you have blessings, you enjoy them; if I don’t, I can bear it,” and I shook my hand and said to my father, “Let it be.” Then the matter went quiet. Later, her daughter texted me saying: “You said that makes my mother sad, she’s crying now, and I don’t know what to do; who told you that?” I said someone anonymously sent a message. Then I also held back; after the renovation was done, I told my parents everything. That day, my father was sweeping the yard, gathering leaves into the corner of the wall, and she yelled at him. I got so mad that I took my phone to record a video. I held back for a long time, and then my father finally talked about the past. She pointed straight at my father and said, “Back then was different; now is different. If you like, call the authorities down.” My father got so angry, saying, “Oh my God.” I stood beside him and said, “Call the police; I’ll report you for harassment.” She was about to hit me, but I dodged. Then she ran out to the street, saying I was disrespectful and got her brother's son to hit me, and she gave him 100,000. He came in and told me because he knew I had a video of him stealing from my house caught on camera.
Seeing that it was too secretive and nothing could be done, I turned to subtly mention to my mother, “Oh, why is it that sometimes you say poor and sometimes rich?” and my mother immediately shut me down, saying, “I’ve recorded everything, if you say something wrong, I’ll report it to the police.” Then she fell silent.
Then my cousin's daughter kept making indirect comments, never naming names. Every time a lottery ticket seller came, she would say: Auntie would say: why buy lottery tickets if you win, people who win also hide it and say they didn’t win. As for my cousin's daughter: she also made vague comments about winning the lottery. Even now, they still make indirect comments.
They know that I earn clean money, so they don't dare to speak ill; now they keep targeting the lottery issue, saying it provocatively.
Sometimes right now, I feel very upset but can't tell anyone to understand, I have saved many videos; someday I will post and tell more. Today I write this here hoping that in the future, there will be a time when the community will protect me. I know there will come a day when they will scheme even more. They have taken so much from my family, my friends. This photo is when it was revealed that they turned their backs on my father, causing him a mild stroke and falling down, while they stood there watching as if they heard nothing and knew nothing. I will continue to tell more at another time.