This story is one that is often brought up during family gatherings over the holidays. My brother and I are the youngest of five children in the family. When Parker was 10 and I was 8, my parents dropped us off at my eldest sister’s house for the weekend.
Cynthia was in her mid 20s at the time and being the oldest, she was more like a second mother to Parker and I. It was always understood that we were to respect her authority, just as we were required to do at home. During our stay that weekend, Parker and I challenged her authority and found ourselves in a sore situation.