My sister and I pulled out the stove the other day to clean behind it and then put it back.

Well later that day, the stove caught on fire and it wasn’t even on. My mom had to put out the fire and thank god and everything in this world that it happened during the day when everyone was awake and that the only thing lost was the stove.

This has like kicked my anxiety up like Jesus Christ what did we do? There has to be a correlation between what me and my sister did and the stove pretty much exploding the same day. We both didn’t tell our mom because we both feel really really bad about it. I’m older than her so that puts me at responsibility. I went to tell her today like what do I even say though? It’s not like it’ll bring the stove back. We are awful kids.

Ugh god I keep thinking about “what would have happened if everyone was asleep during the night and the stove caught fire nobody would have known.” And I can’t stop

I feel responsible and like I just risk my families lives, I don’t know what we did wrong when putting the stove back but obviously we did something and didn’t realize it. I hate this feeling and don’t know how to get past it.

Edited: I’ve been thinking about it. I think tomorrow ill get my sister and I’ll start off with apologizing about her stove. My sister follows what I do. I think personally that we should do something like chip in for a new one. We didn’t purposely do it, but the facts are we killed her stove and that was it but it could have been much worse and that’s why we are in debt to her now. And stoves aren’t cheap. It’s really on us to replace it or at least help the best we can.

God I feel so bad for this.