Everybody gets me wrong. I was happy he came home. I was. It was just that reception! The running, the embrace, the ridiculous tears. How embarrassing. When father came out to see me during the party, I told him how I felt. I laid it out for him- how disgraceful his actions were. Only he and the sheep heard my complaint. He was hurt. He tried to hide it, even said something about how I should rejoice that my brother was treated so undeservedly, but I could tell he was hurt. And I didn’t care anymore.