Transcript (en)

Ma, look! It's a balloon that looks like a condom! Mom snatched the balloon from Daya's hands. To give her a better life, she decided to send her daughter to summer camp. Daya didn't want to stay in this unfamiliar place at all, so her mom told the teacher if there were any problems she could call her. But the teacher refused her request. When the teacher grabbed Daya's suitcase, she couldn't hold back her tears. She cried and clutched her mom's hand, begging her not to leave. Her mom was heartbroken too. But to get away from their dirty and chaotic neighborhood, she had to tell her harshly, tears streaming down uncontrollably. A month later, her mom came to pick up Daya. Dianara, mommy's here. Just a minute. I said mommy's here. Ain't you glad to see me? She finished playing a game with her friends first, then walked over and hugged her mom. Daya shared all the fun things she did here, but her mom's mood started to sink. Then Daya introduced her counselor to her mom. Seeing her daughter so close with someone else, jealousy stirred in her heart. The teacher showed Daya's artwork. The girl said she wanted to be an artist. That and a token will get you on the subway. Daya froze as her mom praised her again. The counselor hugged Daya goodbye, but her mom was deeply upset inside. Back home, her mom angrily destroyed the artwork, then threw it in the trash bag. She explained there was no place to put them. But I made it. But now you can make new stuff. Your own stuff. Mom felt Daya didn't need her anymore, and she believed sending her to summer camp was a mistake. It's tasty, though. Whatever. She had this stupid crush on me when the boy found source. It was kind of desperate. Bitches, be like that. Don't matter where they're from. Yeah, bitches.