“No! You’re my daughter! Why can’t I call you? You have to give me money, take me traveling, buy me gold and silver. And when I grow old, you’ll serve me day and night, handle everything I need. That’s your job as a bad luck, it’s your way to make up for your sins!”
I laughed out of anger. “I’m your daughter, fine, but isn’t my sister your daughter too?”
My mother spoke as if it were completely normal, “How could your sister be like you? She was born to live an easy life, and you were born to serve others.”
A tight knot rose in my throat. All that favoritism since childhood, I had never once been chosen.
By now, I should have been used to it, yet every time, my chest still hurt like it might burst.
Trying not to cry, I was just about to hang up.
Then my mother suddenly commanded, “Bring your ID and come to the City Hall right now.”
My eyelid moved. “What are you trying to do?”
“Are you stupid? Didn’t I tell you yesterday, you’re divorcing Waylon today? Your sister is going to marry him.”
I stood frozen in shock, my vision spinning. “Mom, have you lost your mind? Waylon is my husband! Just because Reese wants him, I have to give up my own marriage?”