My mother insisted on having a second child, a son. Considering my mother's age and physical condition, I tried my best to stop it. My mother slapped me in the face, "What do you know about a girl? Only my son can support me in my old age. You are just afraid that your brother will share your money when he is born!" She also said to my brother, "It's all your sister's fault. These should have been yours, but she didn't want you to be born!" My brother hated me because of this. She and her brother moved into my house openly, and I endured their beatings and scoldings to serve them out of filial piety. Later, my brother beat me to death with a shovel because I didn't give him money to reward the female anchor. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn to the day when my mother wanted to have a second child. This time, I chose to respect the fate of others and never spend a penny on them again.
