The mother stood silently for a few minutes before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
“You think this will bother me? The brat was only pulling me down! If you truly want her that badly then by all means please keep her!” She exclaimed loudly.
“Tsk tsk tsk a mother who does not love her child? how queer!” The young voice said from the window. The mother turned and saw a young girl, no older then seven, holding her daughter while standing on the window sill.
“If you don’t want her then shall I take her to her father?” The child said with a smirk. “Do what you want!” The mother replied “I have no use for a monster like that.”
The child turned to the window, opening it. “Last chance~” she sang.
“Do it! She could die for all i care!”

The window slid shut and everything was silent.