Misunderstood

I loved when my sister came home from college and she always greeted me with a big bear hug. She would be so happy to see me but almost as soon as she gave the hugs, the yelling started. I hated when they yelled at each other and I hoped each time that it would be different. I tried to change the subject or get my sister to come to my room, but it was clear that after all these years, my parents and my sister just didn't get along. One time she got so mad that she walked out the door, she had only been home for a day and I begged her to stay. I wouldn't see her for quite some time after that and I could only hear the door slamming in my memory for some time to come.