My Parents Have Double Standards
On the first day I returned to the Schmidt family, my parents told me, "Christina, you may be our biological daughter, but Jenny has been part of this family for fifteen years. She's a daughter of the Schmidt family too.
"A biological daughter and an adopted daughter are both our daughters. We love you both equally."
To make sure no one could accuse them of favoring either of us, they said every important decision from then on would be made by drawing lots.
A red stick meant the better outcome, and a white stick meant the worse one.
It was fair and impartial.
Over the past three years, we drew lots 47 times for matters big and small, but not once did I draw a red stick.
I truly believe