Journal
I have a sister about a year younger than me. We always fight about what clothes we want to wear, who used up the last of the expensive body soap, and who gets to have the last Krispy Kreme donut. One day we were cleaning dishes and started to fight about how many dishes each other put away. The fight then became more than just words and we started to hit each other with coffee mugs when our mom came in and separated us. We didn’t talk for a month, which relates to how the two big chiefs quarreled over the udders and one left in anger.
