I Gave Away My Brother's Stuffed Animal

It sounds silly to confess this now that I'm an adult, but back when I was 12 and my little brother was six, there was a stuffed tiger he loved more than anything. It had gone everywhere with him since he could walk. One day while he was napping, the tiger fell off his bed, and as I picked it up to put it away, something made me hide it under my mattress instead of giving it back. I told myself I'd give it back later but somehow never did. A few weeks went by until one night after a big fight with him over a game console, in a fit of pique, I slipped the tiger into a cardboard box and took it to Goodwill. My brother cried for days and we barely spoke for months after that. Looking back now, I feel terrible for doing this but confessing to hiding something important felt even worse.