50% carelessness 50% accident

Earlier this afternoon, my brother just broke the glass of our wall clock which was placed on the 2nd level of the cabinet by carelessness and by accident. The wall clock rolled down at the table hitting the plate which was set for our dinner and bounced to the floor and had the glass protector broken with the batteries jumping out from where it was placed to make the clock work. Mom got really mad at him yelling and asking what did he do and some blames why it got broken. While the clock was rolling, our eyes seemed to be like as shocked as we are so no response from us to save it from falling. I immediately picked the pieces of broken glass and put it in a plastic and swept the floor for any more mini pieces of glass.


I understand mom's anger at that moment 'cause if I were her too, I would probably be mad too. But the moment I saw my brother looked down and had a tear in his eyes, I think, I felt he's down. I know he is, because he's kind of emotional too (only at times). I remember when our parents had a bit misunderstanding and my dad was yelling inside our house, my brother cried. When my dad asked why, he said he's crying because they are fighting. "Hindi na nga maka-bili, namamasag ka pa", that was another thing my mom told him. Well that kind of struck me because I didn't expected her to say that. I mean I thought all she's gonna nag about is my brother's carelessness. And yeah, I was like talking to myself through my mind the moment I was cleaning the mess. I was also thinking my brother's side. I'm pretty sure he wishes my dad was there. Everybody knows that he's closer to my dad than with my mom. He doesn't want my mom to get mad at him, or anyone, I know he was thinking of saying "I didn't mean it. It was just an accident", but he couldn't. 


I suddenly thought that mom shouldn't have yelled at him. It seems like his body was slammed to the ground. But then I thought of what she did was okay because that's like conditioning. Making him afraid of her if he ever do that again so the next time he'll be around is he's gonna try to be more careful. (I just hope so)


After I cleaned the floor, I slipped away from the kitchen and started typing this. I don't know what got into me, but I guess, I just need to express what was on my mind. All I was thinking about was psychology. Regarding to what happened, on what must be the right thing to do in order to satisfy yourself that you made the right decision. I know I'm so weird 'cause in the first place, there even are some things I should've not written. I just want to let it out because I know I'll just stammer if I ever tell this to someone I might choose to talk to.