I ain't the victim though I moan about my mother. I could had a brother or sis when my father asked me if I wanted a younger brother. I was about eight & selfish. Told them it's gonna be another girl, just like me. Pitched them on the penalties of Chinese one child policy though from my desperate plea you can sense it's a case of jealousy. Like a baby shark, I acted on my instincts. In a child's mind, there lied the logic: all resources are limited: food, attention, most of all, money. Boys are gold, I'm jaded. I had the upper hand. Now I'm limited. Human, Inc. Limited. If I had a brother, I'd cry on his shoulder. If I had a sister, I'd learn to fix her hair. I'm limited. I wanted to live.