I should have been the one who was locked in the cubby hole that night—because I was a pathetic older brother.
I neglected my protective role in dangerous situations.
At other times, when Phil needed a play-companion I demanded to be left alone.
But perhaps worst of all, I'd constantly threaten him with my discouraging discoveries of the "real world", as if my three years of seniority made me an expert.
— Craig, Blankets
