I found a letter hidden in my father’s desk after he died. It was dated the day I was born, and the first line read, “I never wanted a second daughter.” I kept reading, and by the time I reached the last page, I finally understood why my mother always looked through me, why my sister got everything, and why I was left one dollar while she was handed two-point-four million.
I found a letter hidden in my father’s desk after he died. It was dated the day I was born. The first line read: “I never wanted a second daughter.” I kept reading. By the last page, I understood everything—why my mother always hated me, why my sister got everything, and why my inheritance…
