When i was 6, my other sister was 4 and Madison was 2. So, Julia (the 4 year old) was being mean to me. So i threw a toy at her. She started crying and calling “Daddy! Mommy!” I took Madison with me and ran down the basement. I said to Madison, “Go upstairs and hit Julia with a book!.” Madison was confused.
“Why Shannon?” She asked. “Because, Julia is always mean to you. Don’t you want to get her back for it?”
Madison nodded. Got a book, went upstairs and started slapping it at Julia. Now of course a 2 year old can’t hit hard, but Julia just assumed it would have. Again Julia started yelling, “Daddy, Mommy!” While trying to grab the book away from Madison and hit her with it.
Finally my Dad came out and started yelling at Madison. She had no clue what was happening.
I felt so bad i started bursting into tears! “No daddy it was me! All me! I told Madison to hit Julia with the book.”
Madison hugged me and said “It’s okay Shannon, don’t cry.”
So my Dad understood and started yelling at me. And that was the end of that day!
Madison was always trying to make everyone else feel better and I miss her.
Submitted by Shannon Ritts in memory of her sister Madison Ritts
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