"Let's get along." The man laughed 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 at what he did, and I was bad at what he did, 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 talk bad about my father to us every day. "He was a terrible person," "It was a good thing he left," "Let's work hard together as a family," "We are happy." I told myself, and us, like a curse, that it would not be forgiven if we were not. 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 my brother was going to do, she scolded me and said that he was fine. I didn't want to, and it was painful. With a strange adult licking my body, I wondered how happy I was and why it had to be only me, and cried. But I was weak, and this was the only place I belonged, so I had no choice but to accept 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 for anything, then I don't want to dream. The ties of family drove an innocent heart into a corner. The story of a pitiful girl.