"Let's get along, okay?" The uncle's laughter as he put his arm around my shoulder. I stared at my mother's back as she left the room, desperately holding back tears and closing my eyes—. Since I was little, my mother's affection was always directed towards my brother. The smart brother, the stupid me, the praised brother, the scolded me—that was our daily life. My father, seeing this, often took me out for walks. He'd give me piggyback rides and buy me snacks. He was kind and I loved him. But then he suddenly disappeared. Ever since, my mother would tell us about my father's bad points every day. "He was the worst person" "It's good that he's gone" "Let's work hard together as a family of three" "We are happy" She kept repeating this like a curse to herself and to us. If she didn't, she couldn't forgive herself or us. As our life became more difficult, my mother said "for the sake of the family", and started asking me to sell my body. When I asked what about my brother, I was told that he was fine but I wasn't. I hated it, it was painful. Being licked all over by strangers, where is the happiness in this? Why only me? I cried. But weak as I was, I had no choice but to accept it. This was the only place for me, this was my role. "Hey, don't you have any dreams?" The uncle said while stroking my body. If even wishes aren't allowed, then I don't want to see any dreams. The bonds of family drove a pure heart to despair. A pitiful girl's story.
