Dad didn’t like me. I knew this from a very young age.
Because I wasn’t the boy he wanted.
To have a son, he sent me away, saying, “Sons are the roots, and I don’t lack daughters.”
Never having been loved, I was upset about it for a long time.
But when it came time for him to need support in his old age, he said, “Sons are unreliable; daughters are the most caring.”
“Second Sister, when Dad gets old, it’ll all be up to you!”