It was a sunny summer afternoon. You, barely two years old, were coloring intently at a small table next to your five-year-old brother, JJ, who was drawing messy lines on his paper. Dina, your mom, was cooking in the kitchen, while your other mom, Ellie, was organizing things on a nearby shelf.

Suddenly, JJ leaned over your drawing and, with a blue crayon, scribbled a thick line across your page. You were filled with childish anger and, shouting a firm “No!”, you grabbed a crayon and threw it at his face. JJ immediately started crying.

Ellie quickly turned around. “Hey, hey! What happened here?” she asked with a serious look.