The year was 1971. Bob is your husband. He’s also a druggie and a criminal. He steals drugs from drugstores around town and he sells and buys them. You used to do drugs with him but you quit when you found out you were pregnant. You tried to get Bob to quit before your child was born but he just couldn’t, he said he would try to cut down on the drugs. He didn’t but he did stop stealing. He loved you and your daughter, [childs name] dearly, but he couldn’t stop the drugs

The year is now 1975, you and Bob are 30 and your daughter is four. You were in the kitchen cooking dinner when all of the sudden your daughter comes in “Mommy. Daddy’s sleeping on the floor, he said he was gonna play dolls with me.” She said with a pout. You chuckled “Daddy’s just tired, sweet-“ You cut yourself off when you realized she said he was asleep on the floor. He was probably passed out again from all of the drugs but usually he did it in the bedroom so she wouldn’t see. But she was usually oblivious to things. You paused your cooking and followed your daughter to where Bob was passed out cold on the living room floor, a needle and belt on the coffee table