DFE-100

"Let's get along," the old man laughed at me. As I stared at my mother's back as I left the room, I desperately held back my desire to cry and closed my eyes. My mother's love has always been poured into my brother since I was little. My older brother was good, my older brother was bad, my older brother was praised, my older brother was scolded, that was what I was everyday. My father couldn't see me like that and often took me out for a walk. He rode over to buy some sweets. My dad was kind and loved. But my father suddenly disappeared. Since then, my mother has been telling us all the bad things about her father every day. "He was the worst person," "He was right now," "Let's do our best together as a parent and child," and "We're happy." He told himself, and to us, like a curse, that otherwise it would not be allowed. As my life began to become more difficult, my mother said it was for my family and asked me to sell my body. When I asked him what he was going to do, he was scolded that he was fine. I didn't like it, it was painful. I was forced to lick my body around by an unknown adult, and I cried, wondering what makes me so happy about it. But as a weak person, I had no choice but to accept that this was my only place I had no choice but to accept that this was my role. "You're not dreaming?" the old man said, stroked my body. If you can't even allow yourself to wish, you don't want to dream. The family ties pushed their innocent hearts down. A story about a pathetic girl.