I was only 14 years old when I lost my mother. She was sick and we knew it was going to end that way.
True, I was the oldest child and remembered things better, but I had to put up with a so-called new mom, who my dad married four years after my mom died.
I had a younger brother and sister, and I understand my dad too, he certainly couldn’t handle us alone. But I couldn’t even call my dad’s second wife my mom.
And now I’m already engaged. I love my mother-in-law, we have a very good relationship, I respect and love her very much. But I still can’t call her Mom.