My younger brother and I are twins, a boy and a girl.
On the day we were born, a fortune-teller came to the house asking for water.
He stared at us for a long while, then blurted out:
“Two stars have fallen to earth, one auspicious and one ill-omened. Baleful energy eclipses the sun; it is impossible to tell the true from the false.”
Our parents favored sons and decided my brother was the lucky star.
They thought I brought bad luck and decided to leave me in the mountains for the wolves.
