The Price of a Daughter
Language: en
"Your brother needs a down payment for his new house. As his older sister, you need to chip in fifty thousand dollars." My mother said it over the phone, sounding as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I looked at the banking app on my phone. The balance was exactly fifty thousand—the money I had scraped together over five years of grueling overtime, meant for my own first home. "And what about when I get married?" I asked. "You getting married? Aren't you capable of fending for yourself?" My mom laughed. "Your brother is different. He's a boy." I laughed, too. I laughed…