My family is an outsider in the village. In order not to be bullied here, my father always wanted a son. My mother gave birth to me, but it was a daughter. My father decided that my mother would not give birth to a son, so he looked for women outside, hoping to have a son to continue his legacy. Maybe God was joking with him. He didn't know how many women he had found, or how many daughters those women had given birth to. It wasn't until he was over fifty that he had three sons.
There was a family planning policy before I was born, but the team wanted a little red flag, and it was not born to my mother, so no one cared about it, but there was no year-end benefit.
In fact, two months after I was born, my father's other daughter gave birth to a son for him. It's ridiculous to say that, because the error was only two months, there was not much difference between the children who were 100 days old, so my father wanted to report us as twins. It's a pity that he didn't expect that this woman would marry someone else despite her nine-month-old pregnancy, and his son didn't see her either.