Please don’t be mean to my sister.

Even terrified, even six years old, her first instinct was to protect her older sister.

And then Chloe reached out and grabbed my six-year-old daughter by her thin wrist.

I was on my feet before I knew I had risen.

But on the screen, someone else moved faster.

Marisol stepped forward instantly, and placed her hand gently but firmly over Chloe’s forearm, breaking her grip on the child.

“Do not touch her,” Marisol said.