I came to my father and said, "Father, I have straight A's."
Ignoring me as he turned to my brother.
"Son, don't ditch school or get F's. You're the one that carries the family's name."
"Okay, father," my brother replied with a displeasing voice.

Then next year comes.
I walked to my father happily and said, "Father, I have straight A's even in gate and honors classes."
Ignoring me as he turned to my brother.
"Son, don't talk to girls or play sports. You're te one that carries the family's name."
"Okay, father..." my brother replied with a displeasing voice.

The year after,
"Father, I got a B," I said.
My father looked at me and asked, "What happened?!
Throughout my whole life, I wanted the best from you!"
"When did you wanted the best from me? You've never looked at my status. I'm always dead in the family's name by my gender."
"Your brother didn't carry the family's name. He screwed up before graduating."
"Doesn't mean I have to anyways, father..."

Next week after school ends,
my B stayed as I had told my father.
"Why can't you pick up that B? You can carry the family's name," my father decided.
I replied displease, "Father, I don't carry the family's name. I'm not your son either way! I'm your daughter!"
"Shut up, will you? You can make this family's name at least somewhat brighter."
"Father, I'm done with the family's name. I have my own name to carry. Not yours."
Then my father had nothing to say to me, about the family's name.