I wasn’t sure how to start this post, so I think I’ll just start with the backstory. It was the early 90s and I was homeless for the umpteenth time. My mother wanted me to come here, but Charles wouldn’t let me. He had made no secret since I was a child that he “hated my guts” (his words). I wasn’t his biological daughter and he made sure I didn’t forget that. Then someone gave my mother an old travel trailer. It was about 60 or 70 years old and had seen better days. It was parked way in the back, near the barnyard. My mother talked Charles into letting…