I can't handle it anymore. All the yelling and screaming, it's hurting my ears. I plug my ears and shake my head wildly. I walk down the spiral staircase, trying to figure out what the big stink is all about. There are only a few lights on, and they're yellow-ish and dark. Mommy is crying and Daddy is yelling. “Daddy?” I yell. I try to get his attention, but I don't think he can hear me. “Daddy!” I try again, my voice all big and strong. He turns and looks at me, but just looks away again. He's yelling at Mommy about something that I think is bad. Daddy keeps yelling, and Mommy keeps crying, until I say, “Stop it! Daddy! You're scaring Mommy!” Now I'm crying. I think I'm scared. Mommy is not crying anymore. Instead, she gets up and pokes Daddy in the chest. “You,” she says, “are the reason this family fell apart! You,” she looks at me, then at Daddy again, “are the reason that she is crying.” Mommy starts to backup again, tripping on her feet as she goes. Now she looks scared. "Mommy?" I ask. Before Mommy can regain her balance, Daddy pushes her out the door and locks it. Then, Daddy scoots my sissy and I up the stairs. It looks like sissy is scared, so I reach down and hold her hand. But sissy breaks away and runs down the stairs to unlock the door for Mommy. Mommy's banging on the door right now. Sissy's smart. She's my favorite. 12 years later, I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember what they have said, I remember what they threw, I remember every little microscopic unimportant detail. I love them both, but I think their personalities were too similar for them to be together.