I'm the daughter born after my mother was kidnapped and trafficked here. Mom gave birth to three daughters before she finally had a son and stopped getting beaten. I was the third daughter. 1 At dinner, a plate of scrambled eggs sat right in the middle of the table. My father, Chen Shan, piled half the plate onto the rice of my eight-year-old brother, Chen Bao. My older sister, Chen Zhao, my second sister, Chen Pan, and I could only eat plain rice with bland shredded potatoes. In this family, the three of us were like air. "Dad, I want some soda." Chen Bao wiped his greasy mouth. Father immediately pulled some crumpled bills from his pocket and handed them to me. "Go buy some." As I walked along the dirt road to the little store,
