DFE-100 - I am being supported by my daughter. Nagano Suzune

“Let’s get along.” The laughter of the uncle who puts his arm around my shoulder. Watching my mother’s back as she leaves the room, I desperately hold back my tears and close my eyes――. From a young age, my mother’s love was always directed towards my brother. The good brother, the bad me, the brother who was praised, the me who was scolded, that was everyday life. My father, feeling sorry for me, often took me for walks. He gave me piggyback rides and bought me sweets. A kind and beloved father. But my father suddenly disappeared. Since then, my mother has continued to tell us bad things about my father every day. “He was the worst,” “It’s a good thing he’s gone,” “Let’s work hard as a family of three,” “We are happy.” She repeated to herself and to us, as if casting a curse, that we must not be otherwise. As our lives became difficult, my mother told me to sell my body “for the sake of the family.” When I asked what about my brother, I was scolded, told that my brother was fine. I didn’t like it, it was painful. Having my body groped by strangers, how is this happiness, why only me, I cried. But the weak me had no choice but to accept that this was the only place for me, that this was my role. “You, don’t you have any dreams?” The uncle says as he caresses my body. If I’m not even allowed to wish for something, I don’t want to dream. The bonds of family cornered my innocent heart. A sad story of a pitiful girl.