I have that same story, penni! The Bernays, Clara and Henry, and it is AMAZING that i remember those names, had scolded my sister in a mean way for something she hadn't done. They were neighbors in the apartments we lived in. There were many children living there, whatever the transgression was, someone else, and not my sister, had done it, but my sister got blamed. I went up to their door, it was on the second floor, knocked, and told them that they had been wrong to do that, that my sister was crying, and that she was innocent.
And they called my parents up and told them what a wonderful, brave child and good big sister i was!
Which wasn't true. I couldn't stand her. But she was mine, and only I could pick on her. |
