It was during the 1990’s. My sister and I were usually home alone during the summer break. Each day before our mother left for work, she would write a list of daily chores on a yellow legal pad. My sister, my elder of four years, took the role of chore management. To this day she will not admit to it, but she would often delegate a few of her intended chores into my list. An early lesson to 12-year-old DC that shit flows downhill. Either way, that’s not what this story is about, I just wanted to document that injustice somewhere. The chores would consist of vacuuming, laundry, dishwashing, dusting, mowing, etc., or… my least favorite chore… pulling the weeds out of the brick paver sidewalk that led to our front porch. I’m pretty sure that is why my sister was outside that strange and peculiar day. I was inside the house; probably examining the chore list for clues that my sister had altered it in her favor. I heard a scream. My sister ran into the house in a panic. She didn’t...