I hate the day I was born.

They say events or people can change others, and I did. I changed my family, and my arrival did.

My mom went through hell when she was pregnant with me, she lost so much weight and blood, and her condition frightened my father so much that he feared for her.

My father, however, suggested an abortion, he couldn't afford to lose his wife for a child he has not met, and I don't blame him for that. My mother refused to do his bidding and went on carrying me till the day of my delivery which unfortunately was the worst thing that happened to my family.

The day I was born, my dad drove from work to the hospital, he was the happiest man ever, his wife and child were safe and healthy, and he told everyone that his wife has just delivered like every other Father would have done.
My father had longed so much for a girl child, and it seemed like a prayer answered, but I gave him the biggest disappointment of his entire life.

When he walked into the maternity ward and saw little me all gigging to myself, his eyes were etched on me, he was slack-jawed, and his expressions were inscrutable. Then after a while, he became doleful and irritated, raging with anger, he stormed out of the hospital chagrined.

After the incident that happened in the hospital, my father has not been the father and husband my mom and brothers knew, he seemed like a whole different person living in my father's body.
As I grew, I have never heard my father call me by my name, or looked at me twice, the way he treated my siblings was a lot different from how I was treated.

One night I overheard my parents talking, more...