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My daughter, Autumn, always loved the outdoors. She loved sports and any physical activity. She put her whole energy into everything she did. In a way, you could have called her a tomboy in her younger years, but she still had the same kind of hope and desire that all girls share... to someday be in love, to someday be the most special person to a special someone... Autumn didn't have an easy childhood. Her father died when she was two. Her stepfather abused her several times. When I found out what was going on, I was furious and heartbroken at what had happened to my daughter. I felt guilty for having been so blind. We left this deeply troubled, manipulative, abusive man, but the damage had already been done. I tried to reach out to Autumn, but nothing I said, or did, seemed to be enough. Autumn as a teen When she became a teenager, Autumn struggled. Her dreams were still important to her, but, partly from not receiving the love of a father and partly from a desire to escape her painful memories, she gravitated toward friends who used alcohol and drugs to get a quick rush of immediate relief. She struggled with food and weight problems as well as tobacco, alcohol, and drugs. She also engaged in numerous sexual relationships. I tried to get her to stop, but something inside drove her to look for love in all the wrong places. Autumn wasn't a "bad" kid. She was polite, kind to her four younger brothers, considerate and friendly.
Approximate Word count = 1036
Approximate Pages = 4.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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