It turned out that it was my brother, that bastard, who pretended to jump off the building because I didn't give him anything to eat.
Of course, I wouldn't take it seriously. I even didn't care whether he was alive or not. Unlike my mother, I would never treat him as my dearest child.
I just stood in the living room with my hands on my hips, looking at him on the balcony. "We live on the second floor. You won't die even if you jump down. Maybe you'll disabled, but don't worry. Mom will take care of you in the future."
Seeing that he relented, I added, "Unluckily, Mom is still in the police station. Whether she can get out is another matter. Before that, it will still be just the two of us."
After saying that, I gave him a cruel smile, and indeed, the kid crawled back.
As soon as my brother came in, the people outside who were seeing the fun suddenly made a noise. Until now, I realized that it was my parents who came back.
I thought they would be detained for a few days, but I didn't expect them to be released now.
The most embarrassing thing was that there were policemen following behind them. Under such circumstances, my parents looked dejected, like dogs on a leash.
My mother pled, "Sir, I told you there are two children at home. They are so young and don't know how to eat or sleep. You can't detain me."
Coincidentally, this policeman was the one who took me to the Child Protective Service before.
My dad also complained, "Sir, it's not against the law for me to cheat on my wife. You have no right to detain me, right?"
"Yet, fighting in public will endanger public security."
My mother was smarter than my father. She immediately brought both of us to her and pinched our arms hard. Hence, my brother and I screamed in pain.
She said, "Sir, my children are crying so hard. They can't leave me. Please be lenient, and don't detain me."
I ripped open my sleeves, revealing the obvious wounds on my body. It caught my mother off guard.
"Sir, please take my mother away. She beats me whenever she's home."
My mother was stunned and quickly explained, "Sir, I really didn't hit her. I haven't hit her since you warned me last time."
Indeed, she didn't hit me, but I could pinch myself. I did it secretly just now.
I stared at the policeman timidly, then looked at my mother fearfully, and retracted my hand in fear. It looked very natural.