My little sister was born in the year of the rabbit.
Rabbits are supposed to be calm,
but not Amy.
When my mom told her to pick up the dog poop,
she immediately snapped,
“That’s not my job, that’s Jared’s!”
My mom said, “do you want a timeout?”
She replied, “NO” in a loud, angry, and sassy tone.
“Well then, get in timeout now!”
The tears began to flow
and her body shook violently.
She lost control.
She stomped her feet and
swung her arms around,
yelling and screaming.
That’s just a taste of what I have to deal with.

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