Kuzu father and filial daughter. During the summer vacation of the sixth grade of elementary school, my mother disappeared. Life went wild like rolling down a hill. Middle ● When I was alive, I sold my pants to a man I didn't know when my father told me. I sold my spit, I sold my pee, I sold myself. "After all, the first thing is money. I wonder if your hymen can be regenerated again (laughs)." My father laughs with a can of beer in his hand. From there, I was forced to squirm every week. The guests my dad brought in seemed to think of me as a toy or something, and made me hurt and dirty. The money I received was taken by my father, and if I went against it, I was beaten. I wonder why my mother left me. I wonder why no one can help me. Is it okay to die? When I was thinking about that, I was bought by that old man. Ojisan was a pervert who wanted to drink my pee, but he said he loved me, neither painful nor terrible. He stroked me cutely. I knew it was all a lie. Still, I wanted to sneak at the words and tempted Ojisan. "If you buy me every week, you can do it raw." I was hungry for the love I wasn't given. The story of a poor girl who has asked a waste man for help.