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By the time Brian was three, he was in preschool five mornings a week. He loved music, watching Sesame Street, and playing with his friends. Our days were full. Preschool. Lunch. Nap. Playtime. Dinner. On weekends, we usually took a drive. Trips to the coast — my Paradise. We visited with family and friends.

My parents purchased a swing set for Brian, reminiscent of the one I’d had as a child. Together Bob and I set it up in the backyard beside the garden that Brian and I had planted.

Mom and Dad loved it when Brian slept over at their house and he loved to be with them. But Mom could see signs in Brian that she questioned. Things that led her to believe something may not be right. His determination. His anger. She didn’t like it when I described how filled with rage he could get.

“You be nice to my daughter,” Mom often said to Brian when we visited. I think she was very worried.