"Praise!"
In his dream, he was at a park. He ran towards his father as both their arms were open for an embrace. "Daddy, Daddy!" Praise cried. He jumped up, hooking his arms around his father's neck. "I did it! I did it! I caught the ball!" Praise hollered.
They had just been playing catch, and Praise had finally caught the ball after many attempts and fails. His dad, Abraham, was so proud of him, teeth gleaming as his eyes filled with pride. "I know! Haha! You were great!" His dad lifted him into the air, swinging him up and down. Praise giggled and yelped. "Are you proud of me, Daddy?" Praise asked as he squirmed. Gently putting him down, his father gave him a very soft smile. " Of course I am, Praise. What you did today was excellent! And I know that you're only going to do better when you get older." There was a moment of silence. Praise felt tears begin to slide down his cheeks. As soon as they came out, he quickly tried his best to wipe them. Of course, that couldn't be accomplished before his father noticed.
"Aww. Praise, why are you crying?" Abraham asked.
"N-N-Nothing." Praise stuttered.
Grabbing his hand, Praise's father squeezed it tightly. "Come on. We'll go get Reeden and then we can get Burger King afterwards. Sounds good?" Abraham questioned. Quietly, Praise responded. "Y-yes. That sounds g-good." With that being said, they searched for Reeden, his little brother, found him, and left the park they were playing at. Praise still couldn't remember the name of that park, but he had the features of it engraved in his memories. That park was the first place his father had ever congratulated him. The first time he had ever seen his father smile so brightly. The first time, he actually felt his dad was his dad and not just some stranger he lived with. For the first time, he felt like his dad actually cared.

Suddenly, with a clap, white light, and a stinging pain, Praise was scared awake. He looked all around, searching for what had been the cause of all the noise. He suddenly stopped in the middle of his search, now with the memories coming back to him. Oh yeah. I'm not 6 anymore. And my father isn't like that. He thought. With the sudden realization, he already knew who had done it. It had to be her. Nobody else could be the cause of it. He turned to stare straight at the door behind his bed. Of course, it was the exact person he had expected. "Wake your stupid ass up, Praise." The figure had a smirk on her face, which Praise thought of as her most disgusting look. The look she gave him and his brother whenever she wanted to piss them off  more then she already had. A name for it had already been arranged: The Cringy Grin.
After blinking a few times, he just continued to stare, emotionless. "What are you staring at? Is there something you'd like to say?" She asked. Praise chose not to respond to that. She grabbed a figurine off the dresser and threw it at him with all her might. However, it didn't hit Praise. Instead, it hit the wall beside his head. The glass shattered, falling onto the bedsheets. Praise held in his laughter, smiling a bit to prevent it. "Good one, Chalene. I was really scared." He lied. Chalene gave him the middle finger, turning around while mumbling, "Stupid Bitch."