We all can't really recall much of anything from our childhood, and I was no different; yet, the image of a bright and naive Juelle was something I vividly remembered. Being four years older than me, she mastered all the ways to circumvent me for my rightfully earned munchies, all while seeming innocent in my mother's sight. If only she had thought about raiding Mom's cabinet for "the true treasures," I might have lived in peace. But that thought didn't occur to her until she was 12 years old. "They are both like the sun and the moon; the bigger