They eventually had two more daughters, but never a son. The silver-tongued eldest sister married a man in the village who was blind in one eye. Watching her carry a child on her back yet still going up the mountain for wood and down to the fields for farm work, living such a hard and poor life, I walked up to her and called to her. Looking at her wax-yellow, bloodless face, I thought, perhaps this was heavenly arrangement. As a timid and pitiful child, I was pushed out of the house by this person. I went through years of begging, but now have become a favored daughter of heaven, unlike her, who stayed in that home and stepped into the destined path like all the women in this village.
Ironically, Laidi did not recognize me. When she looked at me, her eyes were full of envy.
