When it came to the law, my mother immediately became timid and explained obsequiously.
"I didn't mean it. She is my child. How could I bear to hurt her? I really didn't mean it."
Fearing that the staff of the Child Protective Service would be soft-hearted, I moved closer to them. The next moment, I pointed at my face and cried out in pain.
"Miss, my face still hurts."
The staff member became serious again, and then she warned my mother.
"We will make further follow-up visits. Once the little girl is beaten again, we will definitely sue you or deprive you of custody."
"That's right! She is your child, and you have to treat her well."
Long after, my mother finally sent them away. She then dragged me in with a stern face.
"How dare you! You even called the police. Do you think they can keep watching me all the time? Believe it or not, I will beat you up."
Just as I thought, my mother threatened me after they left. So, I opened the door and screamed.
"Help me! My mom is going to hit me again."
The Child Protective Service staff members returned by the same route suddenly. It shocked my mother.