She’s all that’s on my mind lately; I feel as if her father and I have failed her miserably when in actuality she helped us to fail her. We started here in Tampa, Florida when she was born, another year later we were all living in beautiful Connecticut. She was a normal child, a little high strung, nevertheless her father and I had to work, alternating shift work with household duties and care of our family. We were in our prime, her father and me. We had great jobs working with wonderful people, kind of like heaven on earth. We have one son, David; since my husband Kenny was a step dad to all my children but Amanda, David, who was only eleven years old and my husband didn’t really get along as good as I would have liked, which eventually would become “old” real fast.