Tell aunt's fortune _ aunt's fortune

I have a friend's aunt who is really good to her. I often call her to ask if the money is enough, and I often buy her food, clothes and shoes. I really envy her because I only have a disgusting aunt.

I have a Kangxi dictionary at home, which is actually worthless and belongs to the Republic of China. My grandfather loved me very much, and I loved reading when I was a child, so he gave it to me. Ten years later, my grandfather died, and my aunt told my mother that the dictionary should be theirs, and that my grandfather promised to leave it to their family.

My mother came to tell me that she wanted me to take the dictionary to my aunt. I laughed ahaha and glanced at my mother: What do you want? Of course. You ask your aunt to call me herself and tell me. Let me see how big her face is. What I have is mine. Want to come back? Ask me if I agree.

When my mother saw it, it was impossible. This is inevitable. I later told my uncle that he was afraid to call me. Then, there are many books at home, and I don't remember where I threw that dictionary. I'm the typical one. I won't give it to you if I throw it away, but it's really nothing for the younger generation to even publish books.

Ten years later, my father died. When my father is around, I especially hate him going back to my hometown with my mother. Because as soon as I come back, my mother's house has a lot of shit waiting for my father to deal with, from finding a job and enrolling my children to going to hot springs without spending money.

The most exaggerated time, my father went back for seven days and did thirteen things for them. He almost broke his leg and came back tired and ill. I was really angry that time. I called my mother and lost my temper. If you do this to my dad again, don't blame me for disowning people! After that, it converged a little.

When her father died, her mother went back to her hometown and no one picked her up. She looks stupid! She didn't get this treatment when she went back before. She came all the way through the city to meet her! Then she wandered back by bus. However, this is only the beginning.

Then she went to my aunt's house, no one served her dinner, and opened a pot of two cold buns! My mother went back crying that day and didn't dare to tell me. According to my temper, if she tells me, I can call my aunt to swear. Then buy her a plane ticket and let her come back.

But when did she tell me? A few months later, when I took her to Australia for a holiday. I laughed when I heard her say that. You used to go back to the car to get it. That's not because you are their relative, but because my father can work for them. Go home, old lady. It doesn't matter what you want. Why do people treat you with wine and food?

I can only envy other people's aunts in vain, but my aunts don't care.