What can you get for being blamed?

I had the privilege of growing up around lots of other children.

Whenever any of the younger kids, especially my little brother, disturbed the peace of the house…I would hear my grandmother yelling my name.

Somehow, it was always my fault.

I didn’t get this as a child.

Later, it made sense. A way to teach the oldest to be responsible. She was the eldest child, and so was my mother.

In Rome, if you were responsible it meant you had to offer the sacrifice for your community.

“Bridge builders”.

This came with a lot of power.