When my mother found out about my father's affair with an employee, she left home, leaving me behind. My father would drink and complain constantly, and after about a year, he started crawling into my futon, saying he was "lonely." I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't refuse my father, who would touch my body while lamenting his situation; I felt pity and misery for him. Eventually, the store went out of business and we lost our income, so I started prostituting myself at my father's request. "It's only until I find a new job. Your mother will come back eventually." He would happily accept the money I earned from being violated by strange men and pat my head. When one of the customers turned out to be a classmate's father, rumors spread at school, and I was bullied. My father laughed and patted my head again, saying, "If it's too hard, you can just quit school. Then you can earn even more." From then on, my father would violate me almost every day, and I would sleep with strange men and give him money many times, but my mother never returned. "That must have been hard. You can run away if you want to, I'm on your side." A man I had just met hugged me and patted my head. I was surprised and a little happy. So, I *can* run away. "Then, I want to go home." I bravely told the man, but he laughed and pushed me down, saying, "I know, but not today." I already knew. This is probably the only kind of adult that exists in my world. I killed my heart for my family, just endured, and waited for time to pass. The story of a pathetic girl.

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