When Medea first came into our house, I didn't like her, but I didn't hate her either. I just felt nothing for her. In my head, she was just my father's toy, something that he brought to ease his grief. 

We were humans; we had to find a way to release our grief so it wouldn't suffocate us to death. My father found his, but he only added to mine. 

Medea was the extra weight added to my grief. 

She was all smiles at first, but when she saw all I had, the jealousy started growing ...