My brother and I were very young when our mother died, I was only two years old and father was also very busy with business work and could not take care of us. Then he married Mumma on everyone's advice and for us. She loved us very much. She could never become a mother due to some medical problems, so we were her world. Everything was going very well. On my 15th birthday, he told me that she is not my mumma, papa and he told me everything. But it doesn't matter to me whether she is my real mumma or not because for me she is my mumma and she will always remain so. I never saw my birth mother, but the love and affection with which she raised me and my brother is something that no one even knows about. Papa was always out of work.

On my 16th birthday, my mother's step brother came, I never liked him, he always stared at me in a strange way and I always felt uncomfortable with him. I told this to brother, that is why he was always with me whenever he came.