These are my beautiful boys. I did have a daughter that I have not told you all about. I was six months pregnant when her dad beat me up. I lost her. We had a house full of his friends and nobody did anything to help. Her name was to be Rebecca Robin. This was in 1986, two years before my youngest son Jake was born. I called my sister who drove me to the hospital. It was too late. I was not given the option of a funeral. They called it a miscarrage. One sweet life that just was not meant to be. I don't let myself think of this child as real very often. I never saw her so she could not be real.