I was six in this photograph pouting in my parents’ bedroom. They’d put me in a corner, but I backed away with my nose turned up in disgust. My Winnie the Pooh hat slants sideways on my head, hiding curly bangs. My dad sits behind me snickering at my scowl. My bare toes flex into the carpet, preparing to dig a hole. The wrinkled jeans lump at my feet; the sweatshirt droops past my fingers. My fists ball up beneath my sleeves. My flaming eyes bore into my sister. I am a lioness, ready to pounce on her prey.