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As soon as my mother heard those words, she panicked.
"No... that's not true... I didn't..."
She stammered, trying to defend herself, but my grandparents wouldn’t listen to her at all.
They were convinced of the accusation and scolded her mercilessly.
My mother, humiliated, shrank into a corner and quietly wiped away her tears.
Once my younger brother had eaten his fill, my grandparents began punishing my mother again.
That night, I quietly took my brother away.
I brought him to my grandmother's house, tucked him in warmly, and watched as he smiled in his sleep.
He reached out and grasped my finger, and I felt a lump in my throat.
No matter whether he was a girl or a boy, I would raise him well!
The next morning, I stood on a high point overlooking the village below.
The entire village was shrouded in a layer of gloomy clouds, with only a few wisps of smoke rising from chimneys.
Even though it was morning—the time of day when life should be most vibrant—the village felt like a stagnant pool.
Gone were the sounds of laughter and joy from days past.
I know that all of this was done by my younger brother.
But why doesn’t he spare those innocent children?
I am puzzled.
Yet, I did not voice my questions.
Because I don’t want anyone to know about this matter.
As long as my brother listens to me, I can continue to live in peace.
I looked around and noticed that the Infant Tower nearby had already collapsed.
Now, there shouldn’t be any new infants sent into the village.
Grandma Chen once told me that the Infant Tower was originally built to house stillborn babies.
But at some point, its purpose changed.
The number of baby girls increased while the number of baby boys dwindled.
It was obvious to anyone with eyes what was happening.
Yet, no one was willing to dig deeper.
After all, who would want to offend their own family for the sake of someone else's child?
Even Grandma Chen was unwilling to say much.
Though she knew some secrets, she was just an ordinary person.
I returned home, ignoring my parents trapped beneath the floor, and instead picked up a dusty doll from the doorway.
I no longer wanted to call her the Son of Fortune Doll.
Because she had her own life and soul.
I carried her to my sister's grave and gently placed her there.
I hoped she would find a good resting place.
My brother watched me from the house, smiling happily, with no trace of darkness on his face.
I joyfully went to the kitchen to fetch some rice soup for him, but in that fleeting moment as I turned around, I heard a "thud."
I looked back and found my brother had vanished without a trace.
I understood this was my sister's wish.
She did not want to live under such an identity.
I gathered my sister's remains and buried her next to the other two small graves.
With the departure of my grandparents and parents, I became the sole heir to the family estate.
But my grandparents refused to leave.
They insisted on staying at home.
With no other choice, I sighed and took my younger brother away from the house.
He didn’t cry or fuss; instead, he lay quietly in my arms.
As I fed him rice soup, he kept smiling at me.
Happily, he tugged at my shirt, babbling away with sounds only he understood.
I knew what he wanted to say.
I wanted to take my grandmother away from this dead village and seek a better life.
Even though I was already ten and had never been to school, I believed there would be a school that would accept me.
I hoped that every place could offer every child equal opportunities, just like the place I was about to go.
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