My brother drowned because I pushed him into the pool.

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When I was 8 years old and my brother was 6, we went to a friend of my mother’s house. I ended up befriending the daughter of my mother’s friend, we played board games, video games and generally had a great time. My mother then told me we had to go because my brother got sick and threw up on the floor. I was extremely angry with him. So, in order to get back at him I lead him outside while everyone else was getting ready to leave, I then lead him to the pool in their backyard, and pushed him in. I wasn’t trying to hurt him, I just wanted to get back at him for spoiling my fun, I thought he would just reach for the edge of the pool and climb out so I just went back inside. A few minutes later I heard screaming, my mother’s friend had gotten my brother our of the pool and preformed CPR on him while my mother freaked out, but it was too late, he had drowned. I regret that day ever since then, and probably will for the rest of my life. I wish I wasn’t so childish, maybe then my brother would still be alive and my mother wouldn’t have PTSD and Bipolar disorder, it’s all my fault.

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