The day I received my acceptance letter, my mother knelt before me, begging me to give my place at university to my older sister. My younger brother stood protectively by her, looking at me coldly. “Without my sister, you wouldn’t even have had the chance to be born!” My father pulled off his belt and struck me with it. “You owe your sister this! You’re so selfish, refusing to let her have a chance to go to university. You ungrateful wretch, you deserve to die!” Deserve to die? Father was right. I really was about to die. But when they finally heard the news, my mother suddenly broke down sobbing. “She was healthy her whole life. How could she just die all of a sudden?” My brother showed no emotion, but he had bitten his palm hard enough to draw blood. “That woman must be lying! She just doesn’t want to give my sister the chance to study.” My father aged a dozen years in an instant. He no longer even had the strength to raise his belt. He slumped to the floor, consumed by regret. But it was all too late!
