I'm a Tough Girl

Back in those days, when sons were valued over daughters, my parents went away for years so they could have their precious boy. My sister and I lived with our grandparents. Whenever we spent even a penny of theirs, it was as if we were taking a piece of their flesh. But they never hesitated to spend on my brother’s schooling, work, or marriage. They never felt they owed us anything. Even when they gave us a little compensation, it no longer felt like enough. When it came to our marriages, they couldn’t bear to give us decent dowries, either. They always bought the cheapest things. And speaking of marriage, I resent my parents even more. Because of them, my marriage has been so exhausting, so exhausting…