I told my sister that I had noticed that a bottle of green shampoo was missing from the shower shelves. Yesterday, while I was washing my hair in the shower with my own shampoo, I accidentally knocked it and it fell on the floor. Some of it spilled and I was able to put it on top of my head, but not inside the bottle. When they came back from their water park outing, Dave, her husband, took a shower and noticed the missing shampoo. He called his wife. Are you sure? She asked him. Yes, he answered. They did not tell me and I was too angry and upset to bring up the subject myself. It’s not like I stole the shampoo. At this point, nothing I could say would be believed or taken into account. It’s like we are all enemies living together temporarily. My niece Teresa moves away from me when I walk by her in the kitchen. Very upsetting.
