Back when I turned about 7 or 8 years old,my mom made custom chocolate bars for my birthday. She had kept one of them as a memento inside a glass shelf and a while later I decided to take it to school for lunch and left the wrapper in the exact position so they wouldn’t notice. I shared it with my friend and she later threw up because the chocolate was old or
something like that. When I got home that same day, my dad found out it was gone and kept questioning my siblings and me. He promised he do anything bad if someone confessed.My brother that is 1 year younger than me decided to take the blame and I was surprised. He had gotten beaten and had bruises for a couple months after.
And I don’t feel any guilt nor regret for him.
