My father abandoned us, my three sisters and me, because he wanted a son: years later, I made him regret his choice

😦 My father abandoned us, my three sisters and me, because he wanted a son: years later, I made him regret his choice.

My father dreamed of having a son, and he abandoned us, my sisters and me, simply because we were girls. I remember the growing coldness in his gaze. Sometimes, I felt like he didn’t even love us.

We were four girls, and he kept hoping for a boy. Eventually, he made the decision to send us to live with my grandmother. As for my mother, she didn’t have much choice and stayed silent, afraid to contradict him.

Luckily, my grandmother loved us dearly. She did everything she could to make sure we lacked nothing, and her love helped us get through those difficult years. Our parents would only send us birthday cards, and after the birth of our brother, it felt like they had completely forgotten about us.

Eventually, after years of waiting, my father had the son he had always wanted. And he became their cherished child. He grew up receiving all the attention and love, but he became a spoiled child, even looking down on my sisters and me.

Over time, I felt the need to teach my father a lesson—a lesson he wouldn’t forget, one that would make him regret his choice.

Read the rest of my story and leave your thoughts in the comments. So, what do you think? Is it fair to make such a distinction between the genders of children?

The full story is in the first comment below 👇👇👇.

My father abandoned us, my three sisters and me, because he wanted a son: years later, I made him regret his choice

At 17, I learned that a lawyer was trying to contact my grandfather regarding the inheritance.

My father, motivated by money, wanted to reconnect with us, but it wasn’t out of love.

We were sent to the family home, but there, we were treated like servants.

My father abandoned us, my three sisters and me, because he wanted a son: years later, I made him regret his choice

My brother, who had everything, looked down on us.

After three weeks of emotional abuse, I decided to run away.

I found my grandfather, who welcomed me with warmth.

My father abandoned us, my three sisters and me, because he wanted a son: years later, I made him regret his choice

Together, we fought to gain legal custody, and after a long legal battle, we finally won.

Grandfather’s will revised the inheritance in our favor, and my father got nothing.

When grandfather passed away, he left us an inheritance of love and support.

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