My name is Steven Southington. My wife is Susan Southington and up until last week we lived at One-Two-Seven-Four-One North Ridge Road, in the mountains above Brookridge, Colorado. It was a small cabin that Susan and I built ourselves. A place for she and I to live away from the hustle and bustle of city life. We never expected to have children when we built the cabin but God surprised us and blessed us with two beautiful children; a boy and a girl. Samuel was born at home on December Thirty-First. Sidney was born a year later on January Twenty-Sixth, also at home. Since Susan stayed at home all of the time and we had no friends, it was easy to conceal the pregnancies and births. Neither Sammie nor Sidney have a birth certificate or a social security number. We taught them in home school so they never attended public school. We cherish the simple life and have tried to raise our children the same way. Our children have not been raised with the luxuries of electricity or modern frills. They were taught to seek out their entertainment and existence from nature and the land that God gave us. Over the past two years our lives have become tangled in the red tape of society's bureaucracy when I lost my job due to a layoff. I have not been able to find work since and now the bank has foreclosed on the Five Thousand Dollar loan that we had to take out to build our cabin. Sammie, our son, died in a massive rockslide near our home two months ago, the day before the bank notified us of the impending foreclosure. We chose to allow God to take care of his earthly body and left him under the millions of tons of rocks; a natural grave for a son of nature. We have purchased an inexpensive motorhome and placed all of our earthly belongings in it. Soon, we will reach our new home in California's Sierra mountains. Our daughter Sidney, does not know of our plans. She would not understand that her Mommy and Daddy cannot go on any longer, facing one strife after another with no end in sight. We have parked our motorhome in the middle of a dense forest thicket approximately one-quarter mile northwest of the end of forestry fire lane forty-seven. It is well-hidden from view in this untraveled area and will likely not be discovered for years to come, if then. Tomorrow I will place the key to the motorhome in my wallet then ask Sidney to take care of Daddy's wallet for him. While she plays on the shaded slopes, Susan and I will climb the face of the mountain then go down to our final resting place. We have prayed to God that he will watch over her and protect her until the time comes when someone can take care of her better than we can. We have no family as both Susan and I were foster children who lost our parents at a young age. And so, if you are that someone that Sidney has grown to trust, we ask you to take care of our little girl and take her as your own. She is a sweet little girl with the innocence of angels. She is truly a nature's child. In the motorhome, hidden behind a panel beneath the back bedroom closet floor you will find a metal box filled with all of the necessary information to legally bring Sidney into your family if you so wish to. We pray that whomever she finds will take care of her and love her. Someday, when she grows up enough to understand, please show her this letter and help her understand that Mommy and Daddy love her very much and are doing this so she will have the life she deserves; a life we cannot give her.