In the midst of the ridicule from the entire village, my mother gave birth to a sister, showing no concern for me, her son.
Since the birth of my sister, the whole family has placed her above all else.
I only get to eat an egg once a year, while my sister eats them every day.
Everything my sister says is right; as long as she speaks, it's considered the truth.
I refuse to accept this. Why is it that other families value sons more, while in my family, it's the opposite?
Finally, one day, unable to bear it any longer, I pushed her into the icy river.
As my sister lay gasping for breath, my mother slapped me across the face.
"If your sister dies, who will save you in the future!"
