My mother seemed to know what she needed, and found it without burdening her children. There was a symmetry to my parents’ secrets, I try to remind myself; who knows what chapters my father would pen about the brothels of Bangkok or Macau if he too set down his unabridged memoirs. I'm 15 and my little sister is 12. I had my friend stay the night with me last night and my sister had two of her friends stay the night. Me and my friend were planning on going to this huge party but my mom ended up saying no. We stayed at my house and ended up just playing poker with my sis and her friends and everything was fine. But then later, someone called my sisters friend.