the last memory

I was a street girl. My mother was a prostitute and had no idea who my father was and no means to support me. So, she abandoned me as soon as I was born, I learned about these conditions about my mother and my origin from the women who hated her and made sure to tell me horrible stories about her every time they saw me. They only thought about getting revenge on the woman who took away their husbands' fidelity and didn't stop to think that they paid for my mother's work and that she was no respecter of persons as long as they had money to pay her. They had no pity for my young age. What they did have was the fear that I was the daughter of their precious husbands. Rejected, I was raised on the streets of the suburbs. I don't even know how I survived. Each season, some wanderer would take pity on me and stay with me for a few months. But my constant companions were hunger and loneliness. But I did not resign myself to that fate. With a lot of willpower (because when I entered some pla