"Having a daughter is the original sin? Does she deserve to be divorced?"
In the 1970s, I was kicked out by my evil mother-in-law for giving birth to a girl. I almost froze to death in the wind and snow while holding my three-year-old daughter in my arms.
The poorest rough man in the village rescued my mother and I and handed me a bowl of hot porridge with calloused hands: "As long as I have something to eat, you won't be hungry!"
We raised chickens, hatched ducks, and took care of children, and turned our poverty-stricken days into the most coveted and prosperous life in the village!
Later, my ex-husband's family repented and begged for remarriage. I held my arm with a man worth tens of millions, looked at our four excellent children, and smiled.
