Every thing started when my father disappeared. My brother became distant, my mother became more strict, and my life went downhill. It happened ten years ago when I was seven. We were having a wonderful summer, we had picnics at the park, went swimming in the creek, and begged mom and dad to get me a puppy. Anyways my life went downhill when we went camping; we went to this really cute cabin every year, and that year was no different. We were there for only three days, we would have stayed longer but dad knew somehow that something was wrong. So we packed up and it just so happened that dad disappeared that day.