"Don't worry, sweetie! We will help you."
Because of the fight, both my parents were sent to the police station. Besides, there would be a note about it in their files, which was an important evaluation criterion.
Logically speaking, it was difficult for such parents to raise children.
As outsiders, the staff cannot completely make decisions, but I was very happy just because they tried to help me.
During the following period of time, I lived in the Child Protective Service.
I was not sent home until my parents came out of the police station. These two people could not keep their cool at all. Upon returning home, they started fighting.
"You bastard, I want to divorce you."
"Then let's get a divorce. I haven't liked you for a long time. You crazy woman, nobody will like you after the divorce?"
"I married you when I was young. I even gave birth to two children for you. But now, you want to abandon me. No, I disagree with it! I won't divorce you."
"Mind your manners!"
The two people just argued at first. But soon, they started fighting. When the staff pulled them apart, my father's face was covered in blood, and my mother's hair was messy.
The staff looked at each other. "Your children are still here. If you still do this in front of them, it will have a bad influence on them."
They were busy fighting, so they couldn't pay attention to something else. My dad even talked back to the staff.
"This is my own child, and I can do whatever I want. You have no right to interfere."
"Sir, let me warn you. If you are unable to take good care of the child, we will sue and deprive you of your custody rights."
"It's impossible! My son is my life. If any of you take him away, I'll commit suicide in front of you."
My mother was so anxious while thinking that someone was going to take her son away.
"He is the future heir of the Floyd family. No one can take him away."
The two people who were originally planning to divorce started fighting for the custody of my brother. Neither of them could remember me.
I tugged at the staff member's clothes and pled, "Miss, can you help me find a welfare house?"
"They don't like me at all and don't want me to stay in this family. Maybe I should leave," I went on.
The staff member pulled me into his arms with red eyes. "Sweetie, don't think like that. It's not your fault. It's just because they didn't take on their responsibilities."