I am what you would call: a victim of blame.
Tonight, it was my grandpa’s birthday. I went out to dinner with my entire family. So towards the end, my baby cousin (2 years old) ran off, I was the only one that saw her, so i followed her. My other cousin (6 years old) followed me. I didn’t want my cousin to get lost, so I made her hold my hand, while I chased my baby cousin. My baby cousin ran to a bakery next door, and she saw a swan pastry. She said “ducky”, i thought it was so adorable. Then I tried to call my mom, and my uncle because she wouldn’t leave. No Answer. My uncle ran into the bakery screaming at me for “kidnapping” her without permission. dude, wtf? I ran after her while no one was taking care of her? So he yelled at me while a whole bunch of people watched. I just left. The saddest part is when I told my mom the truth, she believed me. She told my uncle, but he seemed to ignore it. Then my mom asked him if he yelled at me, and he denied it. whatever.

We were going home in the car, there were scratches all over the car door. Again with the accusions: My mother. she asked who did this, then with no hesitation for an answer, she said right away “oh, it must of been karen” Why the heck would i do that. Fml