If you are 13, if you grow up in a divided family, if you live close to a mother who uses her body as merchandise - what can you learn about the world around you? If you get into a children"s home, maybe you forget some of your tormented past. But a lifetime, the habits, the memories remain.
Then, so it happens that the young girl shows to be easy going. She uses her body herself, she sells herself. Who wonders why? All you see is the childcare system unable to look after the young girl. How can you be careful, when the girl grew up in emotional and sexual abuse, in a sick environment - but who cared about that? As long as the children are behind doors, with "parents", nobody cares what happens in there, how much drama there is, how much children are used, exploited, for begging, or used to the promiscuity of to small an appartment to offer the luxury of a wall separating one room from the other.
And then, they grow up considering such promiscuity as normality. We, the community, are amazed and shocked when things come out in the open, and we throw guilt on the "Childcare system". Like a childcare system could sort out everything, when you are not allowed to hire staff, when staff leave, humiliated with a monthly income equal to a social care benefit.
Yes, the young girl is a victim.A victim of a sick society, we are all part of. A society we tolerate, shrugging our shoulders. Others are to be blamed for the drama taking place around us. We have to find scape-goats. In all this time, other young girls, other destinies, are tormented in the trencher of a sick system, protecting anything else, but children.