Dream: New beginning, New hope

I called my sister on time at 10 p.m.

My mother said that I was the one she felt most sorry for among her three children.

My grandmother spent 2,000 dollars to have her marry my father.

Grandma said, "After you marry into the Smith family, the most important task is to give birth to a boy."

She hadn't been able to get pregnant for the first two years. Grandma was anxious and angry. She used many strange ingredients to make a lot of fertility medicine, and Mom took it obediently.

After much difficulty, she got pregnant but gave birth to me, a girl.

She had an even harder time than before.

During the day, Grandma scolded her and made her do endless work.

At night, Mom’s screams could often be heard from my parents’ room. There were always scars on her body, and sometimes, there were even wounds caused by cigarette burns.

It was four years later that she became pregnant with her second child.

However, she gave birth to another girl.

The night she let me go, she said, "I've done two outrageous things in my life. One is finding a priest to deceive your grandmother into believing that Wendy can bring good fortune, and the other is now."

But my sister Wendy Smith indeed could bring good fortune. One year after she was born, Mom gave birth to our brother, Joseph Smith.

In our family, life was the most painful for my mother, followed by me.

That was why my mother said she was sorry to me.

The call was connected.

I wiped my eyes and said, "Hello?"

"Is it Emily?"

I asked, "Are you Wendy?"