Answer:
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
Fatherless and motherless. I was born without sin roared when it came into the world. But I never spoke again.
Squeeze me and I cry tears as red as flesh, but my heart is made of stone. What am I?
What tastes better than it smells?
What is black when it's clean and white when it's dirty?
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.