Because I weighed half a pound more than my younger brother when I was born, my parents called me a glutton from the womb.
My little brother pointed at a lottery ticket and, by sheer luck, won. After that, he was hailed as a blessing from heaven.
When I turned eighteen, my mother wanted to marry me off to a fifty-year-old widower in the neighboring village for the bride price.
I fled in the middle of the night, but was unlucky enough to be crushed to death by a falling rock. My soul went to the underworld.
The Judge of the Underworld looked through the Book of Life and Death and sighed. "Your allotted years aren't up. It isn't your time to die. Would you like to be reborn?"
I nodded without hesitation.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my mother's womb.
I heard my mother rub her belly and say excitedly, "This must be a brave little knight who's come to protect me!"
Hearing that, I gave my little brother a hard kick.
I did everything I could to absorb the nutrients.
This time, I'm going to be a plump little girl overflowing with good fortune!
