Reborn on My Brother's Birthday1
My 6-year-old brother poured paraquat into the potato jar, so I threw the potatoes away with the jar for the safety of the whole family.
My grandmother, Madison, knew it and beat me, saying that I was a bitch who wasted food.
When my father, Quinn Parker, came back and saw that there was no food, he kicked me hard in the stomach twice.
In the end, I died tragically at home because I didn't receive timely medical treatment for kidney bleeding.
When I opened my eyes again, I watched coldly as my brother, Liam Parker, unscrewed the paraquat.
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Liam picked up the bottle of paraquat, took a look at it, unscrewed the lid and poured the thick black liquid into the potato jar.
"What are you doing? Grandma told you to go to the store and buy me some ice creams. Why don't you go now?"
I put away the smile on my face and turned to look outside the door.
Just like in my previous life, Madison waved a kitchen knife at me and yelled, "You bastard, did you hear me talking to you? Go buy your brother an ice cream. If you make Liam cry, I will beat you up!"
I picked up a dollar on the table and walked out. Madison was killing a chicken by the well.