He then turned to her, his eyes flashing with anger. He yelled that, just because anyone could now go out and sell what they wanted, it didn’t mean you were entitled to exploit your own child. My mother initially ignored him. Instead, she turned to me and asked: ‘Didn’t you want to go yourself?’ I confirmed with a vigorous nod. My father shook with rage. ‘Of course she did!’ he shouted. ‘It wouldn’t be exploitation without consent. It would be violence.’ My mother stayed calm. She explained that I was no longer a child, that I would soon be twelve, and that it was very normal for Western
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