Guilt is a disease.

Today has been a very slow moving day, I stayed home all day doing school while Lauren played with her toys and watched a few Disney Movies. I had such trouble focusing, all I could think about was my brother and Dawson McGuire. My Mother has gone into a slight depression since. Last night she went over to the McGuire's home and apologized for what my brother had done. The McGuire's accepted her apology and said that they did not blame her at all. The McGuire's are a very good family, I feel for them terribly. I haven't spoken to my brother since this all came out. I didn't do anything wrong at all, but for some reason I feel guilty whenever I see the McGuire's. Their oldest daughter Kenya has babysat Lauren for me a couple of times when I have had to go into school for exams. I don't think that I would feel comfortable asking her again. I am so mad at my brother, but at the same time I feel sorry for him. I know for a fact that he did not wake up that morning planning on killing a child. It was a terrible accident, I just wish that he would've stopped instead of driving away in a panic.