Reflecting on her twenty-seven years of life, Christina Armstrong felt like her existence was a joke.
She had once thought her parents were just like all the traditional old folks, slightly biased in favor of sons over daughters. She had never expected that from the very beginning, her parents had never treated her as a person.
She was nothing more than an object to be sacrificed for George Armstrong whenever necessary.
"Christina, aren't these things a sister should do?" Edward Armstrong sighed, "Do you think you're the only one who has made sacrifices for this family? What about your mother and I? We've scrimped and saved all these years for whom? We haven't even bought ourselves new clothes just to provide for the both of you! You should reflect on whether it is right to honor your parents and to help your brother. You're the eldest daughter in this family, why don't you understand?"
