Why don't I look like you?

Chapter 1

Craig always knew he wasn't officially a Tucker. Maybe it was how he looked nothing like the rest of his family. Maybe it was the fact that when he was looking for things to create Feldspar's outfit, he had spotted a small wooden box at the back of his closet.

The young boy sat back on his bed, running his fingers over the carvings gently. He remembered this box and its contents despite not seeing inside for a few years.

It contained pieces from his past. His true past. It revealed the secrets of not Craig Tucker. But of a young Peruvian villager, Carito Baldalez.

"I forgot about this..." The boy sighed softly as his hands ran over the latch. Carefully flicking it open, he looked down into the box with a gentle look, smiling slightly as he picked up an old photo. He gently traced a finger over the smiling faces. "I might not remember you guys, but part of me misses you."

A soft squeaking caught his attention. He carefully set the photo back in the box before freeing Stripe from his cage and carrying him over to the bed before picking up the photo and showing it to his beloved pet. "I wish I could thank them Stripe. They gave me up so I could have a better life. They gave up their only son."

He couldn't help but smile more as he stared at the faces of his biological parents before he started to go through the things they had left him.

Toys joined the one his bed. A small hat sat in his hands. He had been wearing it in the photo of him and his parents. From what the Tucker's had told him, the village he came from was one of poverty. His parents couldn't afford to feed him and reluctantly gone to the city with some other families to hand him over to the orphanage. He couldn't thank the two enough. They gave him a chance for a proper life.

A hum of confusion escaped him as he saw a pale piece of paper that he had never noticed. With shaking hands, he carefully unfolded it. Unfamiliar words filled his eyes.

His breath hitched as he realized what he was looking at. Despite not being able to understand it, he could tell the letter was full of love and regret.

"Hey what's that Craig?"

Looking up at the familiar voice, Craig looked at his adoptive sister. "Just a letter from my biological parents."

"Oh cool. What does it say?"
"How the fuck am I meant to know? It's in their language."
"Yours."
"Huh?"
"You're a Tucker but you're still a wha-"
"Baldalez."
"Yeah that. It's your native language. You just don't understand it." She smiled slightly as she left his doorway, her middle finger flicking up.

She was right and Craig knew it. He was both American and Peruvian. "She's right Stripe." He smiled down at the small fuzz ball. "I'm both a Tucker and Balsalez." He picked up the family photo and sighed. "I hope everything worked out with them."

He shook his head and packed everything up, setting the box on his bedside table. Tweek was coming over soon and he didn't want to be caught staring at everything. Sure Tweek knew that he was adopted. Craig had long since admitted that to him. However, he had never seen the box and its contents.

Biting his he shook his head. Maybe today he'd finally show his boyfriend the things that had been left for him by his biological parents.