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.

half-dead from all the

had no choice but to return

after she went back, she quickly

in superstitions, so I tried again with another

she rushed to take her back, saying that the

a daughter of our own, nor

her in-laws and ancestors had daughters

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

careful, but sometimes being overly cautious can make a child more susceptible to illness.” She continued, “You raised your sons without much fuss,

be good for her health.” The old lady had several sons and raised them

it came to a daughter, her approach would've been

sometimes

you were younger, you were

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 old

treated the two baby girls she brought home all those years

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