The Day My Family Let Me Die

Summary

There was a rule in our house.

Whoever was the quietest got the reward.

"Girls are supposed to be soft-spoken. That’s how you get people to love you."

My younger sister, Daisy, figured out how to play this game before she could even tie her own shoes. Around company, her eyes were always cast downward, her voice barely a breath above a whisper. I, on the other hand, was born with a booming voice. When I laughed, you could hear it down the street.

So, every month, the "Golden Star for Good Behavior" went to Daisy.