My father had died.  Because I received this message from my mother, I went home for the first time in two years in order to attend the funeral.  Because my father had married her while I was in boarding school, it was the first time I'd seen her.  My father was born into a rich family, but he was very lavish, and it was his fourth marriage.  I opened the door, and I saw a woman.  It was my stepmother.  Although it was the first time I had seen her, she was the visage of my real mother.  It sounds shameless, but I got the urge to fall on her bosom as I used to do when I was a child.
When I looked at the miserable figure of my father who had died by falling from a horse, I wondered why my mother and her had been attracted to such a person.  The house received a stunning carriage the following day. It was from my grandfather.  He would take care of us because my house was already mortgaged.  At the time, I was unaware that he had another reason to care for us. There were no male relatives for him. Therefore, he adopted me to make me an heir.  My stepmother and I went to my grandfather's house in this manner.