I hated my sister, yet I awkwardly wanted to be her.

From a very young age, I knew that my birth was not expected or wanted.

Back then, to save money, my mother never went for regular checkups.

She blindly believed the priest's words, blissfully convinced that her large belly held a chubby boy.

When my sister was born, and my father found out it was a girl, he left without anger.

To make matters worse, just ten minutes later, I was born.

In my parents' eyes, all their effort resulted in two worthless daughters.

The priest said my sister was a bringer of fortune, while I was nothing but...