My mom was trying to get my brother to do home work. It wasn't working, he was on the floor crying. I wanted to help; I knew what it was like and, I knew how to help him too. His screams and crys were unbearable and I just wanted it to stop. I couldn't bring myself to do it. As much as I wanted to help, I feared what the result would be. Would I get yelled at? Would I make things worse? I just stood there starring off into the distance, doing nothing at all. Evey one else was acting normal, no one else was helping or making things worse. This had happened before right? Why didn't my brother learn the first time? Eventually my brother won and was left to calm down.