She sat in her carseat and kicked the back of my dad’s seat as he drove. When I woke up, Jessica was still pounding on the door with her tiny fists, screaming at the top of her lungs. We cried and she put us in our room until we stopped. Our grandmother was a whirlwind of movement as she grabbed us and dragged us back into the house. We waddled to the driveway in our diapers just as a car pulled up and ended our bid for freedom. I opened the door and stepped out with her following me. Jessica held the chair so I wouldn’t fall. I climbed on top of a tiny plastic chair and undid the latch to the front door. She and I almost ran away from home when we were less than three years old. I want to tell you some things about my sisters.
