Peaceful Protest: Invaded

I never understood why Daddy couldn't see his sister for who she really was. When I heard that "The President" and our news-commentator-turned-secretary-of-war had invaded Venezuela and kidnapped their leader, memories flew out of my mind like F-22 Raptors on a tarmac because… I know what it feels like to be invaded. The story starts at my aunt's house, near Pittsburgh. I went there for a week one summer to hang out with my cousins. She lived in a brick home in the suburbs and the bathroom door had a white bag with tubing that swung from a hook.