“My Sister Threw a Plate at My 3-Year-Old — Then My Mother Said Something That Made Me Expose the Family Secret They’ve Hidden for Years…”
It was supposed to be one of those warm, peaceful Sunday evenings, the kind that feels like a soft blanket wrapped around your shoulders. The house smelled like roast chicken and mashed potatoes, and the candles in my mother’s dining room flickered gently, making the silverware shine like tiny stars on the table. For a few seconds, I almost fooled myself into thinking it could actually be a calm night. Caroline — my older sister — was glowing in the center of the table like a queen under a spotlight.