A mother who sold herself and a dutiful daughter. The mother's mind was already broken by the time the divorce was finalized, after being blamed, beaten, and gnawed at by her father every day. Unable to do anything but cry and cling to me, my mother was saved by a circle she joined after being introduced by a friend. Each time she attended, her face seemed brighter, and I felt relieved. However, as her obsession with the circle's activities grew, our finances became increasingly strained. One day, my mother bowed her head and insisted that the money was necessary, so I gave myself to a stranger in exchange for it. I can't remember much about it due to the pain and tears, but I told myself that if it would save my mother, even just once, it would be worth it. A few months later, my mother bowed her head again, looking apologetic. 'With this money, let's finally be happy together,' she said as she hugged me, clutching the money she had received, and left me behind. As I watched her leave, an old man I had just met was running his hands all over my body. 'There's no other way, Mom,' I thought. My mother never looked back, closing the door behind her as she left. A girl who killed her own heart for her family, enduring the passage of time, succumbed to the relentless torment of a man, gasping and sobbing. The pathetic tale of a pitiful girl used by worthless adults.
