Where's Trixi?

I counted to ten. I put away ten pairs of Ma's socks. I took ten deep breaths. Nothing helped. I was raging with anger.

"Ladies don't raise their voices to their poor sick mothers, right Dixie?" I asked myself. "They suck it up and take abuse like-" and here I stopped. Like what? Why should I be taking abuse from anyone? How did that make me a lady?