. . .When my father came home for lunch, I opened up the Siddur
and read before him the prayer "Ma Tov-ooh" fluently and
well. He was astonished and hugged and kissed me, and he wanted
to go out and tell our neighbors about this wonder. Just then, the
door opened and my uncle came in, so my father called me and instructed
me to read from the Siddur.
"She learned this in a half-day, from
morning till now," my father said.
"I'm sorry that she's a girl,"
my uncle answered, "If she was a boy, she probably would have
been a Gaon in Israel."
"A girl can't become a Gaon?"
I asked innocently.
My uncle and father burst out laughing,
and I was ashamed and humiliated. I hid in the corner and didn't
want to sit down at the table to eat.
(From "A Girl Can't Become a Gaon," New