2. Good Times

The year before my I was abused, my family was like the “Brady Bunch” perfect family. My father supports the family because he was a firefighter, and my mother would stay at home. She would take to the nicest places that we could have fun or learn something about the scenery. Father would rarely come home because of his job, when he would it would be late. Mother would decorate for every holiday. She used to give us lessons over just about anything. Those days were the picture perfect life that I had ever had in the years before I became abused.