"Brother, you're like a dog."

The crisp laughter of my sister echoed in my ears.

I knelt in the mud, and when I looked up, there was her bright and exuberant smile.

I had been played by my sister again.

My sister giggled, "Brother, why are you so dirty? Mom will hit you again later."

I didn't say anything.

I knew that if I didn't come down to help my sister find her ball, she would go back and tell Mom, and Mom would hit me even harder.

My sister reached out to me, and I handed her the muddy ball in my hand.

My sister looked at it, pouting her little mouth, "So dirty, I don't want it."

After saying that, she threw the ball I had spent half an hour finding in the muddy ground.

"Brother, it's getting dark. If we don't go back, Mom will get angry."

My sister's bouncing figure was like a beautiful butterfly, cared for by someone with great care.

And my sister was the child who was held in the palm of my parents' hands, loved and cherished.

I'm called Li Panmei, the first son of my parents.

I am one of the few first-born boys in the village.

At that time, the whole village congratulated my mother, saying she was lucky to have a son as her first child.

But when my mother found out, she went crazy.

She screamed.

"Why is it a boy! Why is it a boy!"

Just as I had just learned to walk, my mother started to neglect me and started trying for another child.

In order to have a daughter, my mother even spent a lot of money to seek help from a fortune teller.

My mother's efforts were not in vain, and the second time she finally gave birth to a daughter.

No one knew why my mother wanted a daughter.

The people in the village all thought my mother had gone mad, and gradually our relationship with them became worse.

My mother held my sister and murmured.

"It doesn't matter, Mom has you, that's enough."

My sister's name is Li Wang, which means "hope".

And I became the least favored and most invisible person in the family.

When I returned home, my sister was sitting on a stool, swinging her little legs.

In her hands, she held the egg that I could only eat once a year.

Seeing me come back all dirty, my mother frowned so tightly it could choke me.

"You actually bothered to come back."

My mother sneered, "You're so dirty and you dare to come back. Go back to your room with a piece of bread."

As I walked away with the thin piece of bread and herbal medicine, I could still hear my sister whining to my parents.

"Mom, this soup is so bitter, I don't want to drink it."

"Be good, Wangwang. If you drink the medicine, Mom will pick fruits for you every day."