"I don't care about your mother. Erica, I want you to be happy." That was my mother's favorite phrase. My mother was always apologizing after being hit by my father. My mother would protect me when my father tried to yell at me. When my precious mother became exhausted, fell ill and was hospitalized, my father blamed her for the hospital bills and directed his anger at me. "If she can't work, you go and sell your body and earn some money." No matter how worn out my Kokoro and body were from being played with by men day after day, my father ripped it away from me. My dream of becoming a nurse for my sick mother was also trampled on with the words, "If you have time for that, go to Yoshiwara." I hate my father. I hate the customers. I hate sex. But what I hate most is myself. In the mirror, I saw the same face as my mother. Should I give up everything and accept it, and break down too? No. Just as I was thinking that, one day, a customer approached me and asked if I would be his mistress. The man said he would pay my tuition if I did as he said. I felt uncomfortable with his lewd smile. Whether I was taken by that father or by this man, it would be hell no matter which I chose. So what should I do? I was presented with two worst options. The girl's Kokoro, which had been trying to resist the men's desires and endured, slowly cracked.