Chapter 30

• She sighs.
• "You're not just a prostitute! There's a heart inside you, desperate to be loved. It may be wounded, and you may be disillusioned with love since you never had an example of it, but love exists. It's the most sincere feeling there is."
• Those words make me cry and realize that she's right. I barely remember my childhood. I don't even remember the face of the woman who gave birth to me. Consequently, I never had access to love. I thought what I experienced was normal. That other children — whom I never had contact with except for my sister — were also traded like playing cards. In my eyes, their families were as unhappy as ours. So what I lived through seemed normal to me. But today I see that it's not.