Why so sad, little child?

You're not sad, you say?

You want to be a model?

Ambitious, are we?

Yes.

You're such a pretty doll you are, my child.

You're just an innocent.

I loved you when you were just a little girl.

I loved you when you used to pretend to be whatever was on T.V.

I loved you when you were sitting in the back of daddy's pick-up

truck, not caring at all.

But now, you are nothing, dear child.

You're something, you say?

I think not.

I think you're a whore.

You asked me what a whore was when you were little.

I do not answer you.

And I never will.

Whores do not deserve an answer.

They must be punished.

For they are evil within.

You've changed into one ever since you met Tsukino-baka and her

mismatched, idiotic friends.

I don't like the way you've changed, child.

You've become boy-crazy and idiotic, just like them.

Or maybe you've changed ever since you came home with that stray

cat.

That animal has been on my nerves for quite a while.

I remember our first Christmas since you've changed.

I gave you a make-up kit and silver earrings.

You smile when you saw your gift, grateful for the reward for

being good.

It was no reward, child.

You were never good.

On the contrary, you were being a very bad girl.

I only bought it for you because a whore needs some heavy make-up

and gaudy clothes.

I just look through you.

You're nothing more than a troublemaker, now.

You're often brought home by the police.

And you have shamed me countless times.

How can you smile at me like that?

Do you enjoy shaming your mother all the time?

Worthless little child.

I keep thinking back when you were born.

I don't know why I didn't just abandoned you at an orphanage.

There, you wouldn't smile all the damn time.

You would feel loneliness crawling in your heart.

Tonight was a normal night.

I see you getting ready for a date.

Such a whore you are, dear child.

Dressing in such a manner.

Wearing such a tacky shade of red lipstick on your lips.

I'm ashamed of you.

You left me fat after the pregnancy.

I'm no longer beautiful or desirable to your father anymore.

How do you feel about that?

You put on those silver earrings that you received on Christmas,

not caring how I feel.

You never did care how I felt, did you?

You walk out the door, smiling all the while.

You smile to your date.

A raven-haired girl with dark and demonic amethyst eyes.

She was dressed in the same whore-like manner that you were.

You say her name is Rei.

You describe her as a beautiful woman with fire in her soul.

I see her as a whore.

Just like you.

I hate you.

I hate what you've become.

I hate your friends.

Most of all, I hate your job.

I stopped caring what happened to you a long time ago.

And I will keep on with this charade until you open your eyes to

the truth.

I used to love you, when you were an innocent little girl.

Now I do not love you anymore, Minako Aino, you self-proclaimed

Goddess of Love.

You have shamed me with your preferences.