Okay, so my sister and I would brawl. My mom worked about two, like, well, not two, probably about a mile away from where we lived. And we would call her at work so many times because I had, like, fingernails dug into me, you know, where it's like you pull up the skin a little bit. She, like, shoved me into the banister. like um but the real torture the real torture she would play her music in her room and we shared a wall and the bass would like she and it would like so rhythmic it would my eyelids would flutter telling my mom like she's doing it she's doing it and they would just like she would turn it off before my parents got there to like tell her to turn it down.