I remember when my sister blossomed into a woman. She suddenly got up from our brand new couch and ran upstairs in a hurry, leaving a dark stain on the cushion.
My mom gave me a big warning speech about how this was a big moment in her life and a natural thing girls went through and if I dared make fun of her or any other girl about it happening there would be hell to pay.
My sister was found upstairs in the bathroom crying. I remember my mother pleading with her through the door to let her in. 'it's beautiful, it's a beautiful thing, it's beautiful,' I distinctly remember her pleading.
Later we went downstairs after my mom had consoled her a bit, and she went to clean up the stain.
It was poop.
For weeks after, I would yell ITS BEAUTIFUL through the door when never she would use the bathroom. I was a bastard.