Speaking of my sister, if anyone ever somehow knows who is posting this story, try telling my sister I didn’t want to be held down and forced to drink soap.

You see, she knows that. She thought I wanted it, but I informed her otherwise. Oh, she succeded, and I didn’t exactly get any vengeance on her for it. It’s just that I managed to quite literally inform her of how I felt, and she acknowledged it. It was a rather peaceful interaction at the end.

Whatever she’s done to her own mind in the interim, I’m pretty sure she’ll still remember that scene in particular.

She was physically stronger than I was, and our mother left her in charge.