Dad drove us to the hospital.

　　He was very busy and had to return to his work city soon.

　　Along the way, he repeatedly reminded me to take care of my brother and not let him cause trouble again.

　　It seems that Dad blames me for the responsibility of my brother injuring mom.

　　He thinks it's because I didn't take good care of my brother.

　　"Qiqi, back in ancient times, the older sister was like a mother, and teaching your younger brother is also your responsibility.

　　Don't be indifferent." Dad lectured me with a sincere tone.

　　"Your younger brother may be a bit mischievous, but he's not a bad person at heart.

　　You should help Mom teach him well." I remained silent.

　　I knew that no matter how much I argued, it wouldn't make a difference.

　　This is my dysfunctional and rotten family to the core.

　　No one can save it.