The Wrong Daughter
Language: en
My mother hated me, but she treated my cousin like she was a precious gem. My childhood was a blur of chores and punishments for the slightest mistake, while my cousin wore princess dresses, played the piano, and was doted on by my aunt and uncle. Then came the night of my cousin’s birthday. My mother, drunk on wine and bitterness, confessed the truth: she had switched us at birth. I wasn’t her daughter. I belonged to my aunt. Ecstatic, my heart soaring with hope, I ran to my aunt with the news. But she just met my story with an icy smile. “You think I didn’t know?” she said. “But I don’t…