Chapter 441

Stepdad and I
My real father died shortly before I was born. So my mother was struggling to take care of me all by herself for a few years. Then when I was three years old, she met and fell in love with Rocco. Tall, tattooed, handsome, hairy, muscular Rocco, a biker who was only twenty-five years old but was quite rich and able to support himself. He usually kept his head shaved, but was proud of his scruffy facial hair. Anyway, he willingly helped her to take care of me and developed feelings for her, and finally when I was five, they got married. For many years we lived happily, the typical fairy-tale family, with no huge worries…
But then when I was eleven years old, tragedy struck; my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. For about a year, she was in and out of hospitals for chemotherapy and radiation and all that jazz. The mayhem really took a toll on our finances, because my stepdad’s money supply was starting to diminish greatly. But the cancer finally went away after a while, and though we were now not as rich, it couldn’t take away our happiness. Or so we thought…