"It's okay for your mother, Erica should be happy," my mother used to say. My mother was always beaten by my father and apologized. My mother saved me when I was about to be yelled at. When my precious mother was exhausted and fell ill and was hospitalized, my father blamed my mother for the hospital bill and directed his anger at me. "If he can't work, you can sell your body to earn money." No matter how much my mind and body were worn out by men who played with my body every day, my father took it from me. My dream of going into nursing for my sick mother and for my mother,