Judges, Not Judges
Language: en
My parents lived by a single, brutal principle: they would end our fights, but they would never judge them. No matter how badly my sister and I fought, they refused to step in. "We can't be the judges for you two," my mother would say. "One of you will always think it's unfair." "So if you want something, you fight for it. If you're not strong enough, you learn to live without it." "And don't come crying to us. The tattletale is the one who gets punished." But I could never win against my ferocious younger sister, Zoe. Snacks, toys, new dresses—they never even made it into my hands before…