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When my SAT results came out, I had scored an impressive 1580, while my younger sister only managed a 1000.

Relatives and friends came over with heartfelt congratulations, praising how I was definitely bound for Harvard and how I would bring glory to our family.

But my mom quietly packed my suitcase behind their backs and handed me a train ticket.

“Anna, your younger sister will be the one going to college. You’re going to work at the factory and earn money to support her,” she said flatly. “If anyone from the village asks, just tell them you chose not to continue your studies.”