Growing up my Mom was in a wheel chair, so if my brother and I did something wrong we could run upstairs to our bedroom and be safe from her wrath. Perfect plan, we can hide up here forever and sneak down at night time for food and supplies!
One problem, my older sister, otherwise known as The Enforcer to us, was about ten years older and did not like it when we exploited Moms handicap. So we'd sit up stairs hiding, Mom would say "Alright, that's fine, I will just wait till your sister gets home." And slowly we would emerge, head down, doing the Charlie Brown walk down the stairs. Better to deal with Mom than the wrath of The Enforcer.
See if your Mom hits you, well that is child abuse, but if your sister breaks a wooden spoon over your ass while spanking you then locks you in the closet? Well that is just siblings being siblings.
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