A pimp mother and a dutiful daughter. Almost every day, the mother was scolded, beaten, and abused by her father, and by the time the divorce was finalized, her spirit was already broken. The only thing I could do was cry and comfort her. It was a certain circle, introduced to me by a friend, that saved my mother. As I felt relieved seeing my mother's expression brighten with each visit, the household finances increasingly tightened as she became obsessed with the circle's activities. One day, my mother bowed her head, insisting it was absolutely necessary, and in exchange for money, I offered my virginity to a man I didn't know. Although the pain and tears make it hard to remember, I convinced myself that if it saved my mother, just once would be okay. A few months later, my mother, looking apologetic, bowed her head again. "Let's be happy together with this money," she said, hugging me as she clutched the money she received, leaving me behind. As I watched her back, a man I had just met caressed my entire body. "There's no other way, is there, Mom?" My mother never looked back as she closed the door and left. When the girl, who had been suppressing her heart for the sake of her family, finally succumbed to the man's relentless torment, her gasps and sobs overflowed. The sad story of a pitiful girl exploited by despicable adults.
