This is the story of my family sharing a heritage, continued from here.
Instead of being received like the good relatives we’ve been, we automatically became the enemies. I still don’t understand why. We only use our land; we live in my grandparent’s house. Nothing to do with their house, their land, or their intimacy.
And because we were so good to them for 40 years, we received the following:
- When my mother went to Bucharest, they took advantage from the situation with my being alone and told me that I inherited a “shitâ€.
- They explained to me that my mother gave them the land to build the storehouse, the land to put the trees, which is more or less all we have, therefore, now I have nothing. Even at the moment when we were arguing, I stood “at their table, on their landâ€.
I replied that, they have to destroy their storehouse, in order for my, to place my own table, on my mother’s land.
I gave a call to my mother, in Bucharest, told her what was happening, and she told her sister that “is not everything owned by Ghilea familyâ€.
After the conversation between the sisters, I told my aunt again that it will be better for them to move their storehouse on their land, so we can use our yard the way we like. It was the time for me to put an end of the humiliations they put me throw: for two month I had to wake up from the table three times a day. All this because I am the only smoker in the family. So, everytime I had to move my ashtray, my cigarettes, my lighter and my cup with water. Also, I was able to cook only when they didn’t use the kitchen. The new kitchen (the one my grandparents have was destroyed, being on their land
My mother put half of the money to build the new one, on a common land.
And the story goes on…