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 her

after she went back, she quickly recovered and was

believe in superstitions, so I

that she rushed to take her back, saying that the York family is like a

couldn't raise a daughter of our own,

I gave up.” The old lady Knew her in-laws and ancestors

gently chimed in, “Maybe it’s because Grandma

sometimes being overly cautious can make a child more susceptible to illness.” She continued, “You raised your sons without much fuss, almost like you were raising livestock,” she

her like a precious treasure, which might not be good for her

to a daughter, her approach would've been

sometimes have the

when you were younger, you were busy

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 now, even if she was adopted.” The

she murmured, reflecting on how she had treated the

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