So I decided to confront my sisters because I just didn’t like being thought of that way. I don’t know, I just sort of lost it. I looked at my sister, Cecilia, and said: “You were born a little too early.” I smiled at her and shook my head. “Isn’t that sad? Isn’t that just too fucking sad?” My other sister, Sylvia, lectured me. “I hate that word. Don’t talk that way. That’s so disrespectful.” Like they respected me. Yeah, sure they did.
