I was born with a star on my forehead, and my father lavished his affection on me. My mother was more restrained. She loved me, but not lavishly.
One day when a great washing was taking place, I noticed twelve shirts among the linens. They were too small to fit my father. I asked my mother, “To whom do those shirts belong?”
She said they belonged to my twelve brothers, who fled when I was born. My father had sworn to put them to death if my mother gave birth to a daughter.
“Where did they go?” I asked. My mother could not tell me. Instead, she took me to a chamber where twelve coffins had been made. As I stared at the death pillows, I swore to leave the castle and find my brothers who had been so wronged by my father, and by my birth!