Kuzu father and filial daughter. "If you don't come to the store, you'll have to make money," he said and recommended me to sell my body to my father, who appeared for the first time in a few years. Ever since I got divorced, every time I run out of money, I urge my mom to reconnect, beat me, rob me, and commit me like an incident ... My favorite mom who raised me with one female hand and stroked it with a gentle hand. The store that Mama cherishes was in trouble due to the Korona-ka. I couldn't see my mom getting pale day by day while laughing, "I'll do something about it," and when I consulted with such a crap father, I got the answer. I was stupid and couldn't think of any other good way. When I received a reward from the customer today, Kuzuoyaji jumped out of the room saying, "Do your best." "Hey, what's your name?" An old man touching me with his sweaty hands covered me with a gentle stain in his crotch. Pant and sobbing overflowed when the girl, who killed her heart for her family and just endured the passage of time, succumbed to the man's relentless blame. The story of a poor girl used by adults who are too wasteful.