The Unwanted Daughter
Language: en
When I was seven, Dad brought home a girl and told me to treat her like my own sister. Later, I found out she was the child of his late "white moonlight" (first love). After that day, Dad's gaze never fell on me again. My "sister" was in poor health, so Dad spent most of his time at the hospital. Even when Mom passed away, he couldn't make it back to see her one last time. He apologized to me: "If you're angry, take it out on Dad. Don't blame your sister, she's not well." In the past, I would have turned the world upside down. This time, I just looked at the father and daughter…