Sometimes things aren’t exactly as they seem. Growing up alongside two other girls and my mother certainly felt like a full house. In our rather small middle-class home, a throwdown was instigated by one of us every morning. Feminine products, hot rollers, lipstick, and rapid sequential showers filled our mornings and led to some serious girl fights. Most of the time we ran around the house like four wild gypsies. Our faithful leader, my mother, resembled more of an older sister. She was admittedly at times immature. I am the oldest girl, the bossiest and maybe the most selfish. My two younger sisters had very contrasting personalities. The middle sister…