My story took place one day in my childhood, when only my younger brother and I were at home. My parents needed to leave the house for a few hours and we were left alone, however my brother who was a much younger child than me started exploring the house. He climbed onto a chair and began to fiddle with broken glass that was on top of my backyard wall. I didn't see what he was doing until I heard a very loud scream. I ran out into the yard and could see my brother with a bloody hand and broken glass stuck in it. I was also a kid at the time and I was very scared, but I had to help him by pulling the broken glass out of his hand and trying to stop the bleeding. Although everything worked out in the end, but that was a very scary experience that I witnessed.
