My mother was so infuriated by these words that after Samantha left, she furiously pounded on my back, saying, "You're such a loss, if not for you, I wouldn't be looked down upon. Why don't you just die?"
Her blows almost caused me internal injuries, but it was nothing compared to the heartache of realizing I honestly wasn't loved.
That night, my mother was so upset that she went into premature labor and had a son.
My nightmare began then.
4
When my brother was born, my parents cherished him like the apple of their eye, even forbidding me from touching him.
"Keep your dirty hands away, what if you hurt him with your rough hands?" I brought chicken soup to my mother resting in bed and couldn't resist pulling back a corner of the swaddle to peek at this little person who replaced my role as the beloved child. But my mother slapped my hand away.
My family had longed for a son for many years, and finally, filling that void lifted their spirits to the skies.
My father took a swig of liquor, looked approvingly at my mother sprawled on the bed, and chirped, "You finally gave me a son; now I have a descendant."