A girl is just a loss on investnt, once she graduates and gets married, she belongs to soone else's family.
If Christina Armstrong chose to continue her education, then they would have raised a daughter for naught. Therefore, she should spend her remaining ti repaying her parents.
At the ti, Christina was only fifteen years old.
She had felt discontented.
But in the end, she succumbed to fate, and during the middle school exams in which there were six subjects, aside from physical education, she handed in blank papers for the other five.
After the middle school exams were over, she told herself countless tis not to be a woman in her next life.
She wanted to be a man.
She wanted to study.
She wanted to fulfill her own life's ambitions.
During the period just after she dropped out of school, Christina thought about changing her destiny through adult self-study exams, but eventually, she beca numb.
Daily, from point-to-point, she beca just another ordinary female worker in the textile factory.
Sabrina continued, "If you hadn't been ssing around with so man outside, why would Isla not introduce you to soone better?"
Christina looked at Sabrina, "Because I know my own worth. Those successful n would never fancy a textile factory female worker!"
This was the first ti Christina spoke to Sabrina with such firmness.
Sabrina was furious!
This ungrateful and vicious man really had grown wings and now dared to speak to her like this.
"Damned girl! Say that to again!"
Christina replied, "Even if I say it ten tis more, my words remain the sa! Mom, stop fantasizing. I will never go from being a sparrow to a phoenix in this lifeti."
Turning from a sparrow to a phoenix only happens in fairy tales.
She was very clear about herself.
And she could already see the end of her life.
Domineered by her mother before marriage, after marriage she would have to revolve around her husband and children, perhaps even enduring hardship from her Mother-in-law...
Often, Christina didn't know what the point of living was.
Was it just to survive?
She wanted to escape.
But she was also afraid of death.
She was envious of George Armstrong, and also of Isla Astir.
George could keep studying, until he reached his life's goals.
Isla turned her hobbies into her main occupation.
Windy Armstrong's kids, Liam Webster and Eva Webster, were also top scholars, except for her.
She was different.
She was the bad example in everyone's eyes.
She rembered once at a family dinner during New Year's at her relatives' house, her aunt complinted her looks, but before she even turned around, her aunt used her as a bad example to teach her younger cousin.
"If you don't study well, you'll end up just like your elder cousin, having to work in a textile factory! And your children will end up as hopeless workers too."
Nobody knew how Christina felt at that mont.
She stood there, unable to snap back to reality for a long ti.
She didn't understand.
Why her mother was different from everyone else's.
When she thought about these things, Christina always had sleepless nights, tossing and turning.
Especially when she saw her forr classmates either pursuing further studies or talking about projects, she felt even worse.
Last year at the beginning.
Christina went back to her hotown for the New Year and saw an old classmate.
The old classmate lanted, "Class Leader, I thought you would be studying for a master's degree now too! I didn't expect..."
I didn't expect the always first-ranked Class Leader to beco just one of countless assembly line female workers.
The two of them.
One a Master's degree holder knowledgeable as a carriage filled with books; the other, a middle school graduate factory female worker, eventually ran out of things to say.
Christina watched the back of her old classmate as she left, standing in the cold wind, crying her heart out.
Unfortunately.
The wind couldn't take away her tears, nor her troubles.
After crying, Christina remained just another ordinary female worker.
Sabrina, shaking all over from anger, burst out shouting, "I should have never given birth to you, this loss on investnt! I should have thrown you into the back mountains to feed the wolves. Did I struggle to raise you all these years just so you could give grief and talk back to ?"
Christina just sat there silently; her face was void of any expression.
Because so words one grows accustod to hearing over ti.
She had heard more unwelco words.
Now, if she dared to talk back, her mother would shout even more fiercely.
Though Christina said nothing, Sabrina went on and on relentlessly.
She only cared about venting her anger, completely ignoring Christina's feelings.
George only felt his ears were bursting with pain; he turned back to look at the ranting Sabrina and frowned, "Can you just shut up?"
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