The Daughter Who Never Made the Grade

My father was a professor at a prestigious university, and my mother held a doctorate in literature. But only my older sister inherited their brilliant genes. As for me, all I could do was chant “Makka Pakka,” the bitter little gourd their family tree had produced. When my parents divorced, my sister chose Dad. “I don’t want a ret*rded little sister,” she said. I turned to Mom. “Be happy, Mommy. Makka Pakka!” Luckily, Mom took my advice: she happily quit her job and started a company. Years later, Dad nearly drove my genius sister out of her mind. And I, still Makka-Pakka-ing my way through life, became the daughter of a millionaire.