My next door neighbor when I was 7 got arrested for drugs and child molestation. He was almost never home, so the house was usually just populated by his wife and daughter. I only met the guy once, when I walked his daughter home. The daughter was 4 and was always coming over. She would play in our backyard and sometimes even stand in front of the sliding glass back door and stare at us. My sister and I were always nice to her, but sometimes we’d hide from her. I feel bad about that, but I was young and playing with her was like babysitting. She ran around in diapers and cried all the time. My family and I didn’t know her family was so messed up, and my parents just thought that her mother didn’t pay much attention to her. They moved out right after the father was arrested. Some horrible news people came to the front door and tried to interview me. I went and got my parents because they where in my face and made me feel uncomfortable. Needless to say, my parents were very unhappy with them and turned them away. All I knew as a kid was that the father had broken the law. I didn’t learn what he was arrested for until I was in my mid-late teens. I still think about the daughter sometimes. I really hope things turned out okay for her.