It's a Child...after all!

I am your child, the eldest of the three

When you saw me the day I was born, you moved away in despair, in sorrow.

You shouted at my mother, "A girl!", she kept me close to her and simply wept.

"Daddy, its raining, can I go out and feel the drops on me?"

"No! no! " you said...

My mother conceived again, another girl...this time you heard the news over the phone and banged it on granny.

"Daddy can I go out and play?"

"Hell no! how many times I have to tell you to mind your own business!", you said.

"This time we get it checked if its a boy", mother looked down and nodded subserviently.

Meena asked you if we both could go to school and study, you grunted wryly and said "What's the bloody use? All you are going to do is wash dishes and give birth to babies! Yes, and I have to give dowries for you scroundels!"

The third child came about when I turned 13..."Its a boy! oh thank god its a boy!" A big party, sumptuous dinner and loads of gift, for us girls to see and sigh.

You never remembered our birthdays, our age...you ignored our wishes and dreams. You only focused on your son...a chocolate for him while my sister and I shared one.

Someday I will prove that you were wrong...that I could be like a son, earn enough money to pay my own dowry. Work in an office, to make you feel proud...till then I will struggle and wait for that day to come.