The first day of March, 2010 will always be an unforgettable day in the history of my family. That fateful Monday was the day Tessy my younger sister died. My father almost committed suicide that same day when on of the doctors confirmed her dead on arrival . My dad rain into oncoming vehicle out of shock and it took the help of both the driver and the people around to rescue him from the suicide mission. Tessy was sixteen years old when she died while I was eighteen. Tessy' s death took away the joy in our home and made me feel this world doesn't really favour a girl child. You want to know why i feel that way read this