When a wealthy man came to do charity work in our poor mountain village, he gave my younger sister and me two choices.
One of us could become his adopted daughter, while the other would receive his financial support to go to school.
My sister rushed into the rich man’s arms and called him Dad.
In her previous life, she had been supported to attend school, but our parents favored boys, so she dropped out early and was married off to the village’s disabled butcher in exchange for a bride price.
I, on the other hand, became the rich man’s heiress. After coming of age, I joined his company, earned a million a month, and traveled all over the world.
When I flew home in my private jet, my sister, who was out herding cattle, broke down. Her face full of hatred, she grabbed me and jumped into the river to kill us both.
When we opened our eyes again, we had returned to the day the rich man offered us the choice.
“Big Sis, you’ll have to look after the three little boys all by yourself.”
I watched her climb into the Maybach, step by step, and finally smiled.
She would soon learn that the rich man was adopting children to give his daughter, who was in a vegetative state, a new lease on life.
