When I was accepted into one of the top schools for young ladies in Tokyo, the one who was happier than me was my mother. Every morning starts with watering the flowers. Passing through the corridor to the old school building and praying at the chapel. Taking classes enveloped in the scent of osmanthus, doing club activities with classmates until evening, getting engrossed in love talks in a school where boys are not allowed, and dreaming 'Will I ever fall in love too?' then going home… That was my school life, my everything. Everything changed about two months ago. My father's business, which had been going smoothly, suffered a significant loss. To get back on track, we needed to review our living standards, but my mother wouldn't allow giving up anything—neither the place we lived nor the high-brand clothes. One day, I was introduced to an old man who claimed to be a company executive by my mother. 'This person will pay highly for Suzuka's first time.' I don't remember what I said to my mother at that moment. All I remember is crying a lot, the old man's twisted smile, and the dull pain in my lower body. After that, my mother secretly brought various men home and let them have me in exchange for money. No matter how much I protested, I was yelled at that it was for the family, for me. Today, I am taken to another unfamiliar place again. The only thing I can do is close my eyes and pray for time to pass quickly—. A story of a resilient yet pitiful girl trapped in her mother's vanity.
