My mother had five pregnancies and tried various remedies before finally conceiving a baby boy.

　　But during the amniocentesis screening, the doctor informed her that the child had an extra chromosome.

　　My mother was terrified and quickly discussed it with my father and my grandmother.

　　However, my grandmother didn't take it seriously at all.

　　She casually said, "Don't listen to those doctors' exaggerations.

　　It was so difficult to conceive a baby boy, he's my precious grandson!" My father lit a cigarette and said, "Mother is right, he is my son.

　　I will naturally teach him well in the future." "We had such a hard time to have a boy.

　　How can we easily give him up?" My mother caressed her belly with an expression of affection that I had never experienced.

　　And so, my younger brother was born.

　　He became my nightmare.

　　When my brother was four years old, his temper was different from other children.

　　He was particularly violent.

　　Whenever I didn't comply with him, he would come over and hit me.

　　My brother's attacks were especially ruthless, as if he intended to kill me.

　　One time, he pinned me down and even tried to dig out my eyeballs with his hands.

　　I cried out in terror.

　　Fortunately, my mother heard and quickly took my brother away, asking, "Xiaojie, why did you try to hurt your sister's eyes?" "Sister's eyes are beautiful, I want to take them out to play," my brother innocently replied.

　　I was scared and broke out in a cold sweat.

　　Instead of getting angry, my mother burst into laughter as if she had heard something funny, saying, "Qiqi, your brother is just joking with you.

　　He just thinks your eyes are pretty." My mother hugged my brother in her arms and kissed him affectionately, treating him like a precious baby, saying, "My good son, why are you so adorable? You're really fascinating." "Mom! He's not joking, he really wants to dig out my eyes!" "He attacked me!" My brother was strong, although he was only four years old, he looked like a six or seven-year-old child.

　　My eye sockets still hurt.

　　Just now, my brother really used all his strength to dig into my eye sockets.

　　If he wasn't only four years old, I was really afraid that he would have dug out my eyes.

　　I felt great fear afterwards.

　　"You, as an older sister, what are you arguing with your younger brother about? He's just four years old, what does he understand...

　　Be good, Mom is already tired taking care of both of you alone." My mother said wearily.

　　I couldn't say anything because of my grievances, I could only glare at my brother with teary eyes.

　　But the next second, I suddenly shivered.

　　My brother looked at me with eyes that didn't match his age, filled with resentment.

　　After that, my brother's behavior became increasingly outrageous.

　　He not only stews the bird that our neighbor grandma raised, but also personally gave it to her.

　　When the neighbor grandma saw her beloved bird floating in the pot, she had a heart attack from the shock.

　　We ended up paying for a lot of medical expenses, but no one blamed my brother at all.

　　Grandma even patted my brother's head and said, "That old lady next door is just trying to take advantage of our Xiaojie because she's not feeling well." "Isn't it just killing one of her birds?"

　　"When he was a little boy, he was always mischievous..." "No wonder nobody comes to visit her when she treats birds like children!" I couldn't help but speak up, "Damn it! You're spoiling Xiao Jie like this.

　　It was his fault in the first place!" Unexpectedly, a glass cup came flying towards me and hit me on the head.

　　I let out a cry of pain, covering my injured forehead, blood flowing between my fingers.

　　But my younger brother was clapping and cheering.

　　"Who gave you the right to talk about me?" He glared at me fiercely.

　　My mother wanted to say something but was silenced by a look from my grandmother.

　　"Xiao Jie is right, what qualifications do you have to say anything about my grandson? Good job throwing it!" My mother nodded reluctantly, walked over, helped me up, and bandaged my wound.

　　I felt a chill all over my body, a wave of despair washing over me.

　　After that, with the indulgence of my grandmother and mother, my younger brother became more and more brazen.

　　One time, a friend of my mother came to visit with her daughter.

　　Unexpectedly, my brother secretly used a knife to slash the girl's LV bag into pieces.

　　He even pressed the knife against the girl's body, attempting to cut open her face.

　　The girl's face already had a small cut, if it wasn't for her crying desperately, it would have been a big problem.