This story takes place when I was about four and my brother, who we'll call George, was about five. George was annoying me whiles I was trying to watched Scooby Doo, which you never did to me. He was constantly poking and tapping my shoulders and face to the point where I snapped. In an unclear babyish voice I said ' Georgie, can I have a hug!' George stupidly said yes to this and I hugged him. However, the moment he hugged back I bit down on his cheek as hard as my still teething teeth could and he started bleeding and crying hysterically. Even though I was four, I can still recall to this day the face of betrayal showed when I pulled away from the hug. The moment I started regretting my life choices was when my parents burst in the room. They looked between my and George and then each other, having a silent agreement. My mum grabbed my brother picked him up and when to clean up his face whiles my dad screamed at me for making my brother bleed. Let's just say I got in shit for this and got grounded for a month.
If you couldn't tell my brother didn't let me put his name in so I made a fake name for him, which is George.