The old lady couldn't help but envy Mrs. Johnson.

She had a daughter, and while her own grandchildren were all boys, Mrs. Johnson's great- granddaughter, Avah, was a sweet, easy-to-care-for child who rarely cried.

In over 80 years, the old lady had never seen such an easygoing little girl.

Tania mumbled, “How's this our fault? Mom, you didn't have a daughter either.

It would've been nice if you had.

When you were younger, you could've adopted a daughter.

Maybe we'd have a girl in our family now.” The old lady sighed, “Do you think I didn't try? When I was young, a friend of mine had several daughters.

I liked one of them and decided to bring her home to raise as my own.

But within six months, she fell ill repeatedly and was on the verge of death.

seemed half-dead from

no choice but to return

went back, she quickly recovered and was healthy within a

in superstitions, so I tried

my friend got so scared that she rushed to take her back, saying that the

raise a daughter of our own, nor could we raise anyone

and ancestors had daughters in the previous two generations, but

in, “Maybe it’s because Grandma didn’t know how

cautious can make a child more susceptible to illness.” She continued, “You raised your sons without much fuss, almost like you

treat her like a precious treasure, which might not be good for her health.” The old lady had several sons and raised them in a straightforward, no-

it came to a daughter, her approach

overly protective can sometimes

you were younger, you

you couldn't give all your attention to a child.” “If you raised your daughter the same way you raised your sons, Zachary would probably have at least one aunt by

that so?” she murmured, reflecting on how she had treated the two

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