I was ten, and I was in a heated conversation with my brother over whether I should contact more people, since my mother had just a few minutes ago fell off a stepladder and sprained her ankle.
I wanted to contact our neighbors, but my brother said not to waste my battery percentage. I had about 50% left, so i argued that my battery wouldn't run out if I only called one or two people for about a minute each, just enough to tell them what happened and ask if they could come over to watch us.
My brother took my phone away and I tried to grab it from him but his arm was too long, so I punched him in the face. We tussled for a bit, breaking my glasses. When my grandmother came through the door, she separated us, gave me my phone back and told me that I was correct to try and contact people, but it was too late now. I turned my phone off to save battery and stuck it in my pocket. We then rode to the hospital and checked up on my mom.
