Well, they were to my younger siblings. They weren’t affected by it physically l, and mentally, they just see me as their older siblings. I won’t go too much into detail, but it was basically a terrible oversight without malicious intent, something that while might not affect them, I still think about and shudder. I try to be a good sister and friend in anyway I can, and people (for the most part) believe that I’m an inherently good person. I never NOT help some one, and I never go out of my way to be spiteful. I try to act “good” but then I remember these events and remember that I’m not as good as people say that I am. It’s been like this since middle school. I’ve been the “good” kid, the “good” daughter. But I don’t feel like a good person because of these things. Like I said, terrible oversights on my part that didn’t mentally affect anyone, but are still pretty for a lack of better word “unholy”. Had I never done those things, if I knew what I knew now, then perhaps I wouldn’t feel like such an imposter. I’ve talked to my mother on the subject, but she just tells me that it’s the past and there’s little I can do change it, which is very disheartening to hear.