Extra Girls

In the summer of 1995, my mother held the B-ultrasound sheet and trembled: "Another loser!" Grandma snatched it away: "The boss is weak, so he must have a helper." When my father covered me with a quilt late at night, my grandmother kicked in the door and said, "You are doing evil!" 27 Days after I was born, I was wrapped in a shabby coat and sent to the countryside. I have no household registration and no name, so the children in the village call me "the extra from the Lin family." When she was taken home at the age of eleven, she worked as a nanny for the whole family. The father pointed at the mother: "This is my aunt, and I am my uncle." The elder sister is wearing a princess dress, and the younger brother has piles of toys. My desk is a low kitchen stool. I'm the extra girl between my sisters and brothers