I was 16. My sister was 18. And that summer my dad had a brain aneurysm burst and — in his head and, um, he was extremely lucky that he survived it and, uh, was in the hospital for several months. So it was during that time when he was in the hospital, my mom was at the hospital with him and it was just me and my sister at home. As she was, uh, making chicken nuggets for lunch, like frozen chicken nuggets, and she had put the whole package of them on the cookie sheet or baking sheet to put in the oven and I asked if I could have some and she said “No” and I was like, “Are you serious? Like there’s like 20. You’re really gonna eat all of those?” And you know, we just went back and forth with that because she was just being unnecessarily jerky about it, which is a pretty good reflection of how we were growing up. She’s a button pusher and I’m super sensitive, so it was a bad combination when we lived in the same house. But we were also I think pretty stressed and emotional because of my dad and, uh, things escalated. And I actually don’t remember what was the straw that broke, uh, the camel’s back so to speak but I ended up getting so angry that I, I picked up the bottle of ketchup that she had put out for her chicken nuggets and threw it across the kitchen. It, uh, it hit the fridge and exploded and there was just ketchup everywhere. It looked like someone had been murdered there and I just like burst into tears and sank onto the floor and my sister, who I love very much and, um, am good friends with now, just looked at me coldly and said, “I’m not gonna help you clean that up” and walked out of the room. Oh, so that was quite the kitchen mishap, and she did not help me clean it up. So I had to, to clean up the exploded bottle of ketchup and that actually felt like a really good, uh, encapsulation of that time in our lives.