My sister's business isn't going well.
Every day, hordes of franchisees show up at our house making a scene.
I hide on the second floor, at a loss for what to do.
When my sister manages to squeeze in time to come home, Mom and Dad actually have the heart to pick a fight with her.
Amid the chaos, my sister lets out a scolding so loud it could shake the rafters.
"Why can't people choose their own parents? You two selfish brutes, why did you even give birth to us just to make us suffer?"
My sister is so furious her lips are drained of all colors, dead pale.
"Sofia is pretty, yes, but she's your daughter, not a tool you use to curry favor with those lecherous, tacky, sleazy nouveau riche pricks.
"Anyone who doesn't think about solving problems when trouble hits, only thinks about pimpi
