For example, when we were kids my mom had a rule that we had to flush the toilet when we were done going to the bathroom. The rule was if you didn't flush, you had to stare at the "contents" for an hour... Really... She even had a timer by the toilet for such occasions. Well, one time I was guilty of the above mentioned crime..... But convinced Molly to take the blame for it. I did this by being nice to Molly... And Molly was so happy that I was being nice to her that she agreed and told my mother that she did this awful deed.... I got to watch TV.... Molly had to face the consequences..... It wasn't until she realized the consequences that she told mom the truth..... And then I got into even MORE trouble....
I remember this hatred continued on into our older years.... I am not sure how old I was when we were at a family function and Molly was doing some very annoying that was irritating me (though now I cannot remember what it was). I was just sitting there watching Molly and then my mother looked at me, and said to me "Browyn, quit looking at her with that awful look like you are going to kill her.".
Basically what I am saying is that I was an awful child and sister to Molly...... I have apologized in our adult life... But I am not sure that makes up for years and years of torment and ridicule.
Why am I telling you this, you ask? As I sit here with my child, and his "identical cousin" (who belongs to Molly) I just got the worst fear of the future..... You see... Both the boys were standing up, looking out the window.... And then Jack (Brady's identical cousin) pushed Brady down and glared at him.... Yes, glared. It brought me right back to the moment when my mother told me not to look at Molly like I was going to kill her..... But Jack was me.... And Brady was Molly. It was awful. I would feel absolutely awful if Molly's son treated my son the way I treated her growing up..... So, I hope Jack is nothing like me one day.
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