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

had no choice but to

back, she quickly recovered and was healthy

in superstitions, so I tried again with another

scared that she rushed to take

a daughter of our own,

up.” The old lady Knew her in-laws and ancestors had daughters in the previous two generations, but they

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

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

like a precious treasure, which might not be good for her health.” The old lady had several sons and raised them in a straightforward,

to a

can sometimes have the opposite

you were busy helping Grandpa build the family

the same way you raised your sons,

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

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