Losing him was a horrible experience for me, but it was much worse for my mother Sarah -- she was utterly devastated. Even after a year and a half, sh... was unable to overcome the grief and put her life back together. My name is Julia, and I am her only child.Watching my mother suffer was breaking my heart. Before Dad's accident, she was a sexy, vivacious woman of thirty-five with long red hair, a delicate and beautiful face with adorable dimples when she smiled. She was a dance instructor,. He apologized over and over and reluctantly left herthere to head back to town and retrieve the keys. As histruck disappeared over the rise, her anger turned tohorror and fear as a gang of four Mexican men in theirearly twenties appeared from the brushes.They were laughing loudly and pointing and although sheknew almost no Spanish, she could tell what they werecontemplating. She felt that her only hope was that factthat she was wearing her police uniform, and that itwould give her an appearance. "Far be it from us to steal your business." Don't fuck with us," Sarah added with a glare. The hookers nodded and backed off. Kate and Sarah walked on.I wish I could give them some advice; Erika paused in thought, looking at the prostitutes. So many of these girls have such messed-up lives, I would try to help them if they'd listen to me. I know people don't always appreciate help, though. I don't think it would be appreciated here.She smiled at the hookers and several flashed her upraised. The phone rang, it was my neighbor and best friend Teresa, she is a very close friend of mine, living in the apartment next door to mines, and we usually exchanged home keys, just in case of emergencies, she said her father was visiting her and she could not leave work now. She asked me if I would be kind enough to let him in her house using my key, prepare a drink for him and have him wait for her at her house, she had already called him and he knew she would not be home till late that.