The Price of a Daughter
Language: en
When my adoptive father first saw me, I was eating a bowl of sour, spoiled rice. Starving flies fought me for the food, and I didn't even have a free hand to swat them away. Later, he took me home. He threw me a seventh birthday party. He said, "Maya, today is your new birthday. From now on, this day every year will be your birthday." Everyone smiled at me. Only my adoptive mother, after the guests had left, screamed at him: "She's your illegitimate child, isn't she?!"