When my father's affair with an employee came out, my mother left me and left home. My father drank alcohol and complained all the time, and after about a year, he crawled into my futon saying, "I'm lonely." I knew it was strange, but I couldn't refuse because my father was so pitiful and miserable that he groaned and played with my body. When the shop went bankrupt and I had no income, my father asked me to start prostitution. "Because it's until I get a new job. Sooner or later, my mother will come home." Rumors spread at school that one of the customers was the father of a classmate, and I was bullied. My father laughed and patted me on the head, saying, "If you're having a hard time, just quit school and you'll make more money." After that, I was fucked by my father almost every day, and I gave him money many times, but my mother never returned. "It was painful. If you don't like it, you can run away. I'm on your side." I was surprised and a little happy. That's right, I can run away. "Then, I want to go home now." I knew I'm sure there are only adults like this in my world. Kill your heart for your family, just endure and wait for the time to pass. Story of a sad girl.
