I really don’t know what I’m doing sometimes. My father never approves. My Mother just listens to him; I couldn’t imagine the results if she didn’t. I’m telling him that I work an honest living because he can’t know the truth. It’s a rush; when my picture is taken, when I feel the flash on my naked skin. I feel beautiful; the people tell me I am beautiful, but they want more. Just like my father, they always want more. So what do I do now? I’m no longer feeling beautiful because I’m not the only one here. It’s no longer that flash I feel on my skin. But it’s too late. I’m here, they’re watching, I have now way out.