After the store where my mother had worked for years went bankrupt, she began working from home. That's when I first discovered the true nature of her job. Every day, unfamiliar men came to our house and embraced my mother. Each time, the sound of her moans from deep inside the house filled me with pain and anguish. Still, knowing she always wished to remain clean and beautiful, I carefully wiped her body every time. One day, I realized my mother had become deeply involved with a man unrelated to her work. Consumed with rage, I confronted him. My mother belongs to no one else—she belongs to me. With that conviction burning inside, I resolved to fight for her.