A composition about what happened when my mother was pregnant.

Our family values boys over girls. Of course my mother didn't, but my father did, so I invited a fortune teller to show it to my mother when I was pregnant. So my father is glad that I am a boy, but? When I gave birth to a girl, my father said, "A girl is good." But my father has always been very kind to me, and occasionally he pops up a sentence or two that you are a boy.

This is an example, you can lengthen it, such as the movements, expressions and language of the characters.