Chapter 3 — The whole family shares my money

Mom said it was "the old house's procedure". Old house. The house I lived in from when I was a child until I was eighteen years old. When I was young, my father used to say that the house was built by him and his grandfather, and on the certificate of ownership there were two people's names: He and I. “Writing your name is to leave a way for you to retreat.” I was twelve years old then. After that, no one mentioned this again. The next day. I went to the city's real estate registration center. Bring identification. Fill out the application to look up records. Wait half an hour. The staff took out the file. Current owner: To Kien Quoc. Private ownership. I said: "Please help me check the change history." She looked it over. “June 2015 had a change.” “What happened before the change?” "Before that, there were two people who owned it. To Kien Quoc and To Tinh." “Reason for change?” “The co-owner voluntarily gave up.” “Do you have my signature?” "Yes. The file includes a statement, with To Tinh's signature above." She gave me the copy. I looked at that signature. This time it's a real signature. Signed by myself. Year 2015. That year I was twenty-one years old, in my third year of university. During winter break I returned home. Dad asked me to sign a stack of documents. He said: "The electricity and water of the old house must be transferred to my name. Please sign a letter to complete the procedure." I don't read the content. Just sign it. Nine years ago. He used the excuse of "transfer of electricity and water" to trick me into signing a declaration giving up ownership rights. Then, while I was completely unaware, he removed my name from the house ownership certificate. Nine years. During those nine years, I gave them 670,000 yuan. 670,000 yuan. One person's name was silently erased. A person with a household registration is considered a money withdrawer. A person whose sacrifices are all considered "splashed water". I copy the changelog into two copies. One copy was given to Chau Lam. One copy is put in the "Debt book" folder. I walked out of the real estate center. The sunlight is extremely harsh. I stood on the steps, texting Chau Lam. "Enough." “When do you plan to act?” “Wait for them to come again.” “Will they come?” "Will come. Because I didn't sign last weekend. They won't give up." “What method will they use this time?” “I guess they will come directly to the house.” Indeed. Three days later, the doorbell rang. There are three people outside. Mom. Second uncle. Miss. 5. I open the door. Mom stood in front, holding a bag of fruit in her hand. The second uncle stood behind, looking shy. She stood last, not daring to look straight at me. “Daughter, I came to visit you.” Mom smiled and entered the house. She looked around once. “This house is too small.” Forty-seven square meters. One bedroom, one living room. She had been here once before, and that time she also criticized it. But then she didn't continue the sentence: "So you should..." This time she did. “So your clearance compensation money can be used to buy a bigger house.” I don't answer. I poured three glasses of water. Then sit down. “Mom, everyone came here because…” “Love.” The second uncle spoke up, clearing his throat. “My mother said there was some misunderstanding between us…” “What misunderstanding?” "It's... about the compensation money... My mother said I don't really agree..." "Second uncle, do you know how much they plan to give me?" "Huh?" "Are not." The second uncle was stunned. He glanced at my mother. The smile on her mother's face is still there, but the corners of her mouth have become unnatural. “It's not that it's not… That was the original plan… Now it's been fixed…” “How much has it changed to?” "...Your father said he would give you 800,000 yuan..." "My house. I paid the loan for five years. They divided 2.07 million yuan, giving me 800,000 yuan." The second uncle did not speak anymore. She said softly: "Love, we're all family... let's discuss slowly..." The message from my sister-in-law appeared in my mind again: "The plan has been finalized. Tell her to sign, don't let her see the content." I don't read out loud. It's not time yet. “You all came today to ask me to sign, right?” Mom did not deny it. She took out a folder of documents from her bag. Two pages of paper. The title is: “Agreement on division of family assets”. I took it and read every word. Article one: Party B, To Tinh, voluntarily gives up the exclusive right to the house clearance compensation

No. 3-602, Cam Vien area east of the city. Article two: The clearance compensation amount is jointly managed and divided by Party A, To Kien Quoc and Trieu Que Lan. Article three: Party B is not allowed to arbitrarily receive compensation under any reason. Article four: The agreement takes effect from the date of signing. In the signature section. Party A has signed. Names of father and mother. Side B's part is still empty. Waiting for me to sign. “Who did you ask to prepare it?” Mom said: “Your dad looked for the model online…” “This agreement has no legal effect.” I put down the documents. "First, this is not common property, there is no 'division'. The house was bought by me alone, and the loan was paid by me alone." "Second, my household registration is no longer with everyone. I moved away three months ago." Mother's smile disappeared. “You… moved?” “Change to household registration in your own name.” "When?" “Three months ago.”