Stepping into the shower I found myself thinking that this was what is was like to be a daughter as well as a sister. Family wasn't always about the good stuff, what was going on between my father and Mark needed to be fixed. In a way it was my turn anyways; six years ago Mark had brought me back from the brink and put our family back together, now it was Mark who somehow had become the odd man out and I was going to have to fix it. I hadn't lied to mom; I would mention it to Mark this morning but would not push him. No, the...