Years later, I made my father regret his decision to leave my three sisters and me behind in favor of a boy.
My sisters and I were abandoned because we were girls, despite my father’s desire to have a man. I recall his eyes becoming more and more icy. I thought dad didn’t even love us at times.
He continued to wish for a son, but we were four girls. He finally decided that we should go live with my grandmother. My mother had little choice but to remain silent out of fear of contradicting him.
Fortunately, my grandmother cherished us. She made every effort to ensure that we had everything we needed, and her love got us through those trying times. After our brother was born, it seemed as though our parents had forgotten all about us and only sent us birthday cards.
My father finally had the son he had always desired after years of waiting. And he turned into their beloved child. Despite getting all the affection and attention as a child, he turned into a spoiled child who even denigrated my sisters and me.
As time went on, I felt compelled to teach my father a lesson that would stick in his memory and cause him to second-guess his decision.
Leave your comments after reading the rest of my story. What do you think, then? Is it reasonable to distinguish between children’s genders in this way?
I found out at the age of 17 that a lawyer was attempting to get in touch with my grandfather about the inheritance.
Money was the driving force behind my father’s desire to get back in touch with us, but it wasn’t love.
We were treated like servants when we were sent to the family’s house.
We were looked down upon by my brother, who had everything all.
I made the decision to flee after three weeks of emotional assault.
I located my grandfather, who gave me a hearty greeting.
After a protracted legal battle, we ultimately prevailed in our fight for legal custody.
My father received nothing once the bequest was changed in our favor by my grandfather’s will.
Our grandfather left us a legacy of love and support when he died away.
