The Daughter Erased
My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me.
My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing.
Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened."
I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference.
When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life.
I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said,