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A Little Girl Called It- The Ghostly Child
“No! This is not my expectation! A girl! A girl!” cried Wang while his wife was in a stage of depress after giving birth to a baby girl. “Wang! What else shall we do? Our beloved child is a girl, we must accept her!” said Yao Su. “A first girl to be born I don’t accept! We must kill!” said Wang. “A baby girl should not be the first! She will disgrace our family! Bring bad luck to us!” Wang continue speaking. Yao Su listens to her husband and did not breast feed her new born baby girl. She left Liling crying all day and night.
Liling continue to cry with hunger, “waahhhh....wahhhh....wahhhh....” crying in urine-soaked blanket. Scab of dried mucus grows across her eyes which half shut her small eyes. “Yoa Su! This must be the creature dying room! You shall not let anyone enter!” demand Wang. Yoa Su agreed and tosses her baby on the bed like animal. For many days after birth Yao Su and Wang left their new born child invisible. They were careless to see what was going on with the baby and hope that the baby lies dead in her own fecal.
“Yao Su, what baby you brought to this world?” asked her neighbor Ling. “I have no child!” replied Yao Su. “I see, I been there...my first child was a baby girl, we left her in a box alive and forgot about her. When I remember, I came back to see her, she’s already dead. Her body deteriorates and we buried her in the wood. My second child we drown her in the bucket. No one cared...I don’t care. Now my beloved child, my son...my precious son was born to be the first! He’s lucky!” Yao Su then smiled and said, “I too hope that my child is going to be a boy...he will bring luck and harmony!”
At night, Wang asked Yoa Su to check on Liling if she’s dead. Liling was quiet and looks dead from afar. When Yoa Su touched Liling filthy body, Liling body shift and starts to cry. “This filthy creature yet not dead!” Yoa Su angrily said in a deep voice. “What wrong darling?” asked Wang. “She’s not dead yet!” replied Yoa Su. “So this hard headed bitch doesn’t want to die? Then we can feed her with filth!” replied Wang. Wang demanded Yoa Su to squeeze Liling blanket filled with urine in a bottle and feed her. After Liling was fed, Liling vomit as if she was poison. Yoa Su laughed as if what she saw was funny. Yoa Su gently stroke the Liling back and put her back to sleep.
One week after birth, Liling face shrinking to her skull, she was in absolute shaped of a malnourished child. Yao Su the impoverished village woman decided to squeeze a milky sap from an oleander shrub and mixed it with castor oil than forced the poisonous potion down the newborn's throat. The baby bled from her nose and mouth. After the baby died, late night when the villagers soundly sleep, Yao Su and Wang buried their baby body in a small hole by the sunbaked mud.
On their way home, Yao Su and Wang were happy. Without regrets, both Yao Su and her husband believed that they did the right thing. “Baby girls are like maggots in rice! They are filthy, unlucky morons!” said Wang. “Your right...your right!” said Yao Su walking home with her husband that night.