I hate Craig. I hate him more than anything. He is the reason that Daddy cried so much. I hate it that Dad let him go to Vancouver, because he still gets to chase his dreams, even after he "Stirred up drama in the Jeremiah household" as Laci once put it.

I hate Craig, because him and Dad spent so much time trying to talk, that I was sometimes forgotten. I was a distant memory of a dream, a girl hiding in a corner, not wanting to be in the middle of Craig's outbursts. And I didn't want to be the cause of Dad crying even more.

I like it when Auntie Caitlyn comes to visit, because I know that Dad and Craig will both be on their best behavior, and won't put on a big show about Craig. There are only a few people who can begin to understand the "Craig drama" as Laci puts it. And they are Laci (she Dad cry once), Auntie Caitlyn (well, she is like my second mother), and Mr. Moo Moo (A/ N: I think that that was the name of Angie's stuffed animal) (my old stuffed animal).

Not many people really understand why I kept Mr. Moo Moo, even after all of these years. But they just don't understand that Mr. Moo Moo has seen the things that I have seen, yet I just can't seem to put into words. Mr. Moo Moo understands everything so perfectly, so I don't have to bother to explain. Or seem stupid to try to explain.

Only Laci understands why Mr. Moo Moo is so "sacred" to me. You see, Laci got Mr. Oink Oink at the same time, at the same carnival as me. It was when Ellie and Craig were both on babysitting duty for Laci and I.

I haven't seen Craig forever. Not since he left for Vancouver. And to tell you the truth, it's very lonely without him. The milk jug lasts us a whole week, instead of just a day or two. So, because of it's age, it always tastes sour; like the feeling I get inside when I think about what Craig would be doing at this very moment…

I hate Craig, because he gets to have the time of his life in Vancouver, while I'm stuck here, thousands of miles from him, having to write this stupid paper for Ms. Kwan's class.

I hate Craig, because he once was my hero. Craig was the one person whom I always looked up to, and often emulated. I also knew that he could teach me cool things. Like how stand up to the boys with cooties on the playground, by not believing in cooties.

I hate Craig, because I know that he made Dad cry; yet Dad still forgives him. I hate that love that Dad has for Craig, because I am envious of how easily Dad can love Craig.

I am envious, because I sometimes wish that I knew Craig like Dad does. I am envious, because I know that Dad has the guts to stand up to the sometimes very frightening Craig.

I hate Craig, because I wasn't given the choice to be related to him, yet he still took time when I was younger to play with me, even though I probably took up a lot of my Dad's time.

And I sometimes wonder what things will look like in the future with Craig. Will my relationship with Craig ever be as idealistic as Kaycie and Paige Michaelchuck is? Will we actually talk to each other in ten years?

I'm left to question all of these things, but even if I can't answer them, I can always imagine what I would like the answers to be…

A/ N: I know that this chapter was kind of drabble- y, and I'm not really sure where in the timeline it goes, but something just made me write it. Anyhow, thank you KristenH for reviewing! I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter! Any feedback would be appreciated. :-)

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