“JESSICA! Get down here!” yelled my mother’s voice. I reluctantly got out of bed and dragged myself downstairs into the kitchen. My mother was waiting for me, with a terrifying expression. “I told you to wash the clothes! Why did you rinse them?!” she shrieked. “But I didn’t understand the instructions!” I yelled in reply, “with your mumbly voice I could barely hear you!” “That’s it! Go up to your room!” I stormed upstairs in a tantrum and slammed the door. I could hear the muffled sounds of my mother screaming in anger. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS!?