[DFE-100] My daughter is eating it. Suzu Nagano

"Let's get along," the old man laughs as he hugs my shoulder. As I stared at my mother's back as she walked out of the room, I closed my eyes, desperately resisting the urge to cry. Ever since I was a child, my mother's love has always been for my brother. My brother who was good, me who was bad, my brother who was praised, and me who was scolded, that was my daily life. My father didn't see me like that and often took me out for walks. He sat down and bought me some sweets. My father was kind and loving. But my father was suddenly gone. Since then, my mother has continued to speak ill of my father to us almost every day. He was the worst. You're gone. Let's do our best with three parents and children. We're happy. Otherwise, I told myself, like a curse, that I would not be allowed. Eventually, when life became difficult, my mother asked me to sell my body, saying that it was "for the sake of my family." When I asked him what his brother was going to do, he was angry that he was fine. It was disgusting, it was painful. I was licked by an adult I didn't know, and I cried wondering what made me happy, and why I was the only one. But I was weak, and I had no choice but to accept that this was the only place I belonged, and that this was my role. "You don't have a dream, do you?" he says, caressing my body. I don't want to dream if I'm not even allowed to wish. Family ties cornered the innocent heart. The story of a poor girl.