"Please try to persuade him to come...for my sake," my sister begged in tears. It was her second day in the hospital after giving birth, and her husband hadn't showed up once.

"Okay," I responded and went outside to dial his number again, like my mom and I had done since my niece's birth. Once again, there was no response and my hands clenched into fists.

When the doctor announced that it was a girl and that jobless man said he was going to bring food, I knew he wouldn't come back.

So what if it was their fourth girl? Wasn't he more at fault? My sister's sobs filled the room, and I glanced at her with pain. We should never have accepted their marriage four years ago.