Unlike your purity, I’m the impure bastard.
Even though she was a bar madam, my mother raised me with love, as if I were just an ordinary child.
Because of her, I had to become someone admirable—someone she could be proud of.
Even if it meant growing up under the man who abandoned her.
I would endure. I had to endure.
Until I could grow into a complete human being.
I was supposed to keep running without pause.
“You don’t have to love someone to do it.”