My mother was determined to have a second child and give birth to a son. Considering her age and health, I did everything I could to stop her. She slapped me. “What would a little girl like you know? Only a son can support me when I’m old. You’re just afraid your little brother will take a share of your money!” She even told my brother, “It’s all your sister’s fault. This should have been yours, but she didn’t want you to be born!” Because of that, my brother came to hate me. She moved into my house with him as if she owned the place, and out of filial piety, I put up with their beatings and abuse and waited on them. Later, my brother beat me to death with a shovel because I refused to give him money to tip a female livestreamer. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day my mother wanted to have a second child. This time, I chose to respect other people’s fate and wouldn’t spend another cent on them.
