"Let's get along," the man said, laughing as he put his arm around my shoulder. As I watched my mother leave the room, I closed my eyes, desperately trying to hold back the urge to cry. Ever since I was little, my mother's love was always poured out on my older brother. My older brother was good, I was bad, my older brother was praised, and I was scolded. That was our daily lives. My father couldn't bear to see me like that, so he often took me out for walks. He would carry me on his shoulders and buy me sweets. My father was kind and I loved him. But then he suddenly disappeared. Since then, my mother continued to tell us bad things about my father every day. He was a terrible person. It was good that he was gone. Let's do our best as a family of three. We are happy. I told myself, and us, that we would not be forgiven if we were not, like a curse. Eventually, as our lives became more difficult, my mother asked me to sell my body, saying it was for the sake of the family. When I asked her what she was going to do about my brother, she scolded me and said that he was fine. I didn't want to, it was painful. With a strange adult licking my body, I wondered how happy this was and why it had to be only me, and cried. But I was weak, so I had no choice but to accept that this was the only place I belonged and that this was my role. "Don't you have any dreams?" the old man asked as he caressed my body. If I'm not even allowed to wish, then I don't want to dream. The ties of family drove an innocent Kokoro into a corner. The story of a pitiful girl.