The Kids Threw Their Grandma Out Of The House, And She Had To Live in a Cabin in The Cemetery

Agatha was sitting on a bench near the large and beautiful house which her deceased husband had built with his very own hands. It was a true villa, the family pile.

Agatha was remembering what titanic efforts it took for her husband to build such a house, how much happiness it brought him, how many joyful and sad moments they had within those walls. However, the greatest pain was the death of Robert, who left the world silently in his sleep. He had gone to bed late at night and did not wake up the next morning.

Agatha missed her husband every day, although two years had now passed since his death. She would remember with affection each day they had spent together. Once upon a time, she had been happy, but now she was living a nightmare.

The problems began ever since her son moved with his wife, supposedly so that his mother might not feel lonely and to help her with domestic tasks. But instead, they had begun to torment her. More accurately, it was the wife who was the ringleader of the persecution, while her husband most often kept silent, supporting his wife.

Now and then, Agatha had lived a long life, and she knew perfectly well that her son and his wife only wanted to acquire the house. When it became known that Bethany was pregnant, the harassment became simply intolerable. Agatha tried to spend each day out of the house so as not to hear the shouted demands of Bethany, who always found something to…….Read Full Story Here……………