Bring my hair pin, Chelsea, where are you?
Where is my dress, Chelsea?
My phone, Chelsea.
Are you a dumb, Chelsea?
While I frantically hurried around trying to accommodate their demands, my sisters continued to shout at me and call me names.
I'm used to their slurs, so. I'm not a stranger to it.
I handed Tricia's phone that I had brought. She gave me a tremendous slap rather than go get it.
" Don't you see I'm running late? You are only bringing my phone, after all." She exploded, giving me a repulsive look.
I ran off to get Sophia's dress, shoe, and hairpin while fighting the need to cry while holding down the pain in my cheeks for fear of getting another slap.
"I guess the slap Tricia gave you wasn't sufficient," she added, slapping me once again.
"I'm confused as to wh
