The verbal scuffle echoed out of our bedroom and into the hall.  “You should let me have it.”  “It’s mine!”  “You’re being selfish!”  “You’re selfish!”  I glared at my seven-year-old sister with the air of aggrieved self-righteousness I’d mastered in my nine years of life. “I,” I proclaimed, fully believing every word, “am never selfish!” … More Brave Enough to Be Invisible