It was a calm autumn night in October of 2010, and my sisters and I were just polishing off an exquisite dinner prepared by my mom. At the time, my oldest sister (Ellie) was 10, I was 8, Deirdre was 6, and Kathleen (my youngest sister) was 2. My dad hadn’t returned from his office, yet. After dinner, we decided to wash it down with an ice cold, creamy, chocolatey milkshake, She hauled the heavy blender out of the kitchen cabinet. The vanilla ice cream. The milk. The chocolate sauce…mmmm. While my mom was preparing the milkshake in the kitchen (which I couldn’t stop thinking about) my sisters and I were playing “Trouble” in the living room. The game started off great, until Deirdre accused Ellie of cheating. We all got into a big fight.
Then,
Then,