I couldn't sleep well again all night because I kept thinking about Brother Vince. When I accidentally spilled hot food on him, he didn't say a word and just left my room without returning. Only Nana entered and cleaned up the mess.
I can't shake off my guilt for what I did. The heat from that food must have pierced through Brother's clothes and burned him.
And now here I am, still lying in bed even though it's already morning and I need to get up because I still have school. I'm thinking about what I should do when I leave this room, whether I should make amends with Brother and just forget about what happened between us, or if I should just ignore him. But it's not like us to be like this. I miss him, I miss being affectionate with him, but I can't do it because I'm upset with him, and
