A feminine mother and a filial daughter. My mother's spirit, which had been tortured, beaten, and undermined by my father on a daily basis, had long since broken by the time the divorce was finalized. Instead of me crying and cuddling with her, it was a circle that I joined after being introduced by a friend that saved my mother. While I was relieved to see my mother's face brightening up with each visit, the family budget became tighter and tighter as she became more and more obsessed with the activities of the association. One day, my mother bowed to me because I absolutely needed it, and I offered my virginity to a man I didn't know in exchange for money. I can't remember much about it because of the pain and tears, but I thought that if it would save my mother, it would be just once. A few months later, my mother bowed her head again, looking apologetically. "Let's be happy together this time with this money," my mother hugged me, grabbed the money she received, and left me. While looking at the back of my head, I was stroked all over my body by an old man I had just met. "This is the only way to go, Mom," she said, closing the door and walking away without looking back. When the girl, who kills her heart for the sake of her family and simply endures the passage of time, succumbs to the man's relentless torture, panting and sobbing overflow. The story of a poor girl who is used by adults who are too scummy.