My parents were always respectful of me and my sisters and expected the same in return. We had a good life and our parents loved us very much. The rules of the house were firmly established and we knew that if we broke them, we would be punished. It was rare that I was fresh to my mom and dad but when I was, I never forgot it – especially one time in particular.
We had company over for dinner; my friend Gill was over with her parents and brothers. After dinner was over, I got up from the table and went into my room with Gill. We turned on the music and I planned on just hanging out with her.
Mom knocked on the door a few minutes later. “Marie, come do the dishes”. “But mom, I’m visiting with Marie, I’ll do them later”. I heard her walk back into the kitchen and from there she raised her voice. “Marie, I want you to come to do the dishes, right now”.
