Her father went to jail when she was very young. All of the stories ever told to her all say she was about three years old when he left, her sister one, and her brother still in their mother’s, if that’s what you call such a person, womb. She had always been a daddy’s girl, even with him being so far away. She had always loved him and thought he could do no wrong and that him being in jail was just the fault of the world and not his own. He always called and wrote letters and made sure he was still present in their lives, unlike their so called mother.