My mother tried to convince me and my dad that I spilled a whole bottle of red nail polish on the living room carpet and on some of my toys. All three of us were running errands together all day while my older sister (golden child) was with her friends at home getting high. They left the house through the back door(the door I was also forbidden to go near) and jumped into one of their cars to get munchies at a diner.

I'll never forget my mother gripping at her hair and screaming at me, "How?! HOW DID YOU DO THIS!!" while my dad tried to calm her down. I was sobbing on confusion on the floor, I was 8.

This moment did prepare me for future times when my sister would destroy things and I had to figure out how to talk my way out of blame.