I was an unceremonial child for my parents, just because I was a girl child. It was my bad luck that my mother considered me the cause of all the miseries of her life. She could not concede the fact that the real culprit of her miseries was none others than her own husband and his lust to get married to another woman who was half of his age. She could not bear my growing intimacy with my new mother. She made me her big enemy because she was helpless to bring damage to others. She was overwhelmed with so much wrath for me that she went to an extreme extension to sabotage me.