To help her younger brother, a trainee lawyer, establish himself in the legal profession, my judge mother ruled in favor of the plaintiff's lawyer, my brother, in a murder case where I had been falsely accused, without regard for right or wrong.
I begged Mom to be fair. It was my last chance to clear my name.
But Mom impatiently yelled at me, "Your brother just started working. What's wrong with helping him out? It's not like you're getting the death penalty. A few years in prison won't kill you!"
Later, when the dead man's furious family stabbed me to death, why did Mom go mad overnight?
