Escaping My Son-Preferential Family

I was born in a village where boys are valued far more than girls!

When did I first come up with the idea of escaping the village?

Maybe when a few boys beat a puppy to death, and the adults happily shared it as a meal.

Maybe when Grandpa smashed a porcelain bowl and cut Grandma's face.

Or maybe when I realized my birth was unwanted.

So I decided to make one enormous gamble.

To escape the village, I married a seventy-year-old man.