“Is having a daughter a sin? Does that mean I deserve to be cast aside?”
In the 1970s, my cruel mother-in-law threw me out for giving birth to a girl. Holding my three-year-old daughter, I nearly froze to death in the snow.
The poorest, roughest man in the village saved us and handed me a bowl of hot porridge with his calloused hands. “As long as I have food, you two won't go hungry!”
We raised chickens, hatched ducklings, and looked after the child, turning our dirt-poor lives into the envy of the whole village!
Later, my ex-husband's family regretted it bitterly and knelt to beg me to remarry him. I linked arms with my multimillionaire husband, looked at our four outstanding children, and smiled.
