My Sister Was Their Princess,I Was Their Scapegoat

The year my parents divorced, I went with my wealthy mother, and my sister went with our unemployed father.

My mother lived in a two-thousand-square-foot place downtown, but she wouldn't let me use the hot water.

In the dead of winter, she dragged me out of bed at four every morning.

"Your sister's out in the countryside. She probably doesn't even have running water. What makes you think you get to sleep in?"

I carried two plastic buckets on a pole and walked nearly two miles to the riverside to haul water.