My mom was always selfish, putting herself first while pushing me, my older brother, and everything about home life aside. She'd quickly fall for some new guy and disappear for days at a time. Every time, she'd laugh as she knocked on the door, bringing another man along, saying, "He wants to sleep with you! He says he'll pay me in return." I was raped on a stained futon while my mom took that money and went out partying. She never showed up for parent-teacher conferences, sports days, or graduation ceremonies. My brother long ago gave up, telling me not to expect anything. She even forgot my birthday. To everyone else, she was a terrible mother—but maybe I'm just stupid, because I couldn't help but forgive her. When she held me tight and rubbed my cheek, I could feel her love. Today is Christmas. Mom texted me, saying, "I'll take you somewhere nice." I remembered how I'd asked her to spend Christmas together, and she actually kept her promise. The hallway smelled wonderful, the carpet was soft and plush—this hotel looked so expensive. My heart pounded as I wondered, "What's going on?" But the answer came quickly. The room we entered was decorated with cute ornaments, had a delicious-looking cake, and a strange man with a smile that felt somehow terrifying. "Sorry, sweetie, I've got a date lined up. I hate to ask, but I'm broke again… can you do me a favor and be a good girl?" Even though I knew it was all a lie, I still wanted to believe in my mother's love. A heartbreaking story of a helpless girl tossed around by selfish adults.