"Since childhood, I had started to feel… that I was not like the others in this house…"
As I grew a little older, I began to understand that I was treated differently. My grandmother never called me with affection. She would always say, "If it had been a son, he would have brought pride to the family…"
Whenever something good came into the house, it was given to my brother first. For me, there were always leftovers.
I was young… but my heart still felt the pain.
Many times, I would ask my mother, "Mom, am I wrong… just because I am a girl?"
My mother would always smile and say, "No, my child… you are my greatest strength…"
But I could see the hidden pain in her eyes.
One day, I sat quietly and thought…
"One day, I will prove that girls are not less than anyone…"
That day… I made a promise to myself.