My brother basically raised me. My dad loves us dearly, but since mom died when I was six he checked out. Frank has always been there with us. Our rock, steady, constant. He left to serve the military when I turned 18. It was a hard four years, but he is finally coming back after serving his time. But things aren't the same as when he left. I'm not the scared little girl he once knew, a lot has changed in the past four years.