Probably too late for this one but I'll tell it anyways. When I was five or so, my brother and sister and I were all in the basement hanging out. Our dad came downstairs and somehow a $20 bill dropped from his pocket on the stairs. Nobody saw but me so I pocketed it. He realized a few minutes later that he had dropped it and started looking for it and asking us if we saw it. For some reason I started to put the idea in his head that my older sister took it.

"Jill took it. Look, she's got a smile on her face."

My sister, oblivious because she really didn't take it, did have a smile on her face. So, my dad starts telling her to give him the money. The smile is gone and she's telling him she didn't take it.

I keep up my sharad tho and keep blaming her cause I didn't want to get caught with it. "Give it up Jill, give dad the money. "

My dad starts to get really angry. Starts yelling at Jill. Shes crying about not having it but he doesn't believe her and he's just raging at the top of his voice about how ashamed he is. It's madness, he's so mad. Shes bawling now.

I realize things have gotten outta hand and I'm not too sure what to do. I have to do something and hopefully somehow not get in trouble. My dad and sister have gone upstairs for a minute to continue their fight, so I see my chance and casually drop the $20 on the ground.

"I found it!" I yell and they both come running down. I say I found it on the ground in the corner.

My sister, still crying her eyes out starts yelling at my dad for not believing her. He's apologizing and obviously feels like shit.

And that's the last I remember of that. I didn't get in trouble. My sister had a traumatic experience and my dad thought he was a shit parent for blaming her. Pretty fucked up all in all.