What's the experience of living in a patriarchal family?

My parents are not too patriarchal, but people in our family are particularly patriarchal.

My parents' sisters both gave birth to sons, but my family gave birth to two daughters. My mom and my dad never get along. It's not that my mother has a bad personality, but that my uncles and aunts always deliberately embarrass my mother. Deliberately not getting along with mom. In addition, my father is also an honest man, and my father also attaches great importance to sisterhood, so he occasionally talks about it in his eyes but never loses his temper with them.

When I was eight years old, they told my mother to have another son. They have always advised my mother that having a daughter will be someone else's when she grows up, and raising her son is the last word. My grandmother kept persuading my dad, and then my dad was persuaded by them and came to persuade my mom together. Then, my mother was persuaded by them. My sister-in-law was pregnant at that time, so they were often together. At that time, their relationship seemed really harmonious.

Because of the strict family planning at that time, my mother didn't dare to stay at home, but because my sister and I were too young and worried about us, we would go home from the city every night to see me and my sister, and they wouldn't go back until my sister and I fell asleep. In this way, it lasted for almost three months. During those three months, my sister and I washed clothes, cooked and cleaned ourselves every day. Now think about it, I was only eight years old and my sister was only fourteen. I feel really sad.

Until the Spring Festival, I went to my uncle's house to pay a New Year call. At that time, my cousin and I were playing games there, which was quite happy. Then my aunt came over and gave me a scolding for no reason, saying, "You are still laughing here, and your mother gave birth to another product just like you." I was frightened by menstruation's roar, but I also realized what had happened.

After returning home, I asked my uncle to borrow his mobile phone to call my father. I asked my father where he was. My father said he was in the hospital. I said I wanted to talk to my mother. I heard my father ask my mother to answer it, but my mother didn't answer it. I also heard my mother crying there. At that time, I was helpless, but I could do nothing. That kind of sadness is the same as the feeling that I am still crying and typing these words.

I don't know where my mother sat for a month, but she didn't come back until a month later. After coming back, grandma didn't take care of her much. Instead, she took the tea oil she prepared for me and gave it to my sister-in-law who gave birth to a son. At home, my mother still washes clothes and cooks by herself every day. No one cares about him except my dad, and no one even says hello.

? Later, I heard from my dad that the child was taken away by my aunt when he was half a month old. At that time, I always advised my mother to have another child, and I won't stop until I have a son. But my mother was too sad to respond to this matter, so my aunt took me as their default and took me away directly. My parents were also exhausted by these relatives. At that time, their sense of life was paralyzed. Every day, I live a life of struggling whether to have a son or not. I haven't given birth until now, and I decided not to give birth again.

? I don't want to live a life of hating others. I don't want to forget the past. I don't know what great temptation my son has made all the people in our family so inhuman. I just feel that it's really hard for my mother to follow my father in this life. I sometimes hate why my father is so honest, why he listens to other people's opinions, and why he only cares about my sister's feelings and ignores my mother's. However, what distastes me more is my relatives who prefer boys to girls.

? From then on, I secretly promised in my heart that I would live more beautifully than their son, and I would be more promising than their son. Let my mother live a better life than them. Show them that my mother's daughter is as good as their son.