One Peek! It's All You Get Folks.

Ahem... Ladies and Gentlemen might you be so kind as to direct your attention to me for just a few moments.

Ok.
Some of you have heard that I have finally begun work on a story that has been in my head for quite some time. Yes the rumors are true, after more than a year of bouncing around in my head the story has finally begun to come out.
As of this moment I have decided to give you all a peek at my book. I may give you small peeks here and there but this is the largest peek you will get.
The reason I am posting this is because I want your honest opinions.
What do you think?
Those of you who are reading this on Facebook; yes I want you to post.
People I want FEEDBACK.
So here you go; the prologue to my book:
(remember FEEDBACK!!)
Feedback means, tell if you think this is a good enough opening to pull people in.
Ok so here it is>>>>>>
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The dream that often plagued her was back in full force, it was no nightmare but it was unwelcome all the same.

1997
She could see the scene before her, a father and daughter facing out towards the green fields around them sitting in the back of a small black Ford Ranger. She felt as if she was floating, watching all that was taking place as she had so many times before.
"Are you sure you're going to be okay Cam?"
The warm wind blew against Camden's face carrying the scent of freshly cut grass with it, Cam loved that smell, it always made her feel as if all was well in the world; odd how a mere scent could do that. Cam smiled a little as she looked at her father "Yeah dad, I'll be okay. I'll do better I promise." John Stewart picked up his blue L.A. Dodgers cap and placed it on his daughter's head, his lips formed a smiled on his bearded face "How many times have I heard that before?"
She leaned against her father wanting to reassure him somehow but she couldn't find the words to do so. All she could do was let him know his daughter was there beside him promising to do better.
For a moment father and daughter sat still in the fading light enjoying the silence. It was broken as John spoke; "Come on, mom is actually home for dinner today so we're going to enjoy it as a family. She'll be upset if we're late."
He stood and Cam followed suite linking her arm through his as she looked out across the green fields "Okay." John was only going to be home a few more days, he was about to head out on another road trip. Cam was used to her father's frequent trips across America, she missed him but she knew it had to be done. There weren't many good sources of income around Kopper Missouri so John had chosen the life of a trucker. It paid the bills but it kept him away from his wife and two daughters, Cam always hated it when he was gone.
The house was warm and welcoming as it always was when Cam's mom was home, light emanated from the windows of the blue trimmed white house and as Cam walked up the steps her father sniffed the air appreciatively "I think we can expect cornbread tonight." Cam laughed and punched her father lightly in his stomach "Not that you need anymore."
John swatted her arm away, his brown eyes twinkled at his dark haired daughter; he had a little extra weight around the middle but it was only and inch or two. He opened the door for his daughter and guided her inside as he stole back his cap from her head "Go wash up."

The scene changed and it was now morning, the Stewart women stood watching John head out to his truck. The morning air had a sweet spring smell to it, the Aspen trees moved in the breeze but the beauty of the morning was lost on Cam; she wanted to shout at him to stop. She tried to speak, to tell him, but she stood mutely waving at him from the door as she always did.
"Cam." Her father turned from the truck bathed in the sunlight as he motioned her over to join him. Fifteen year old Camden hurried to her father, while her older self floated over the scene; watching.
"Take care of them for me, here;" he placed his hat on her head once more "hold on to this until I come back."
Cam reached up feeling the bill of the baseball cap, it gave her a feeling of security, keeping a piece of her father with her.
"I will." she said in answer to all that he had said.
Young Cam turned to look at herself, meeting her own brown eyes openly "We take care of them for him."
She turned back but he was gone, taken by an act of carelessness and Cam was left with a promise.
"I'm keeping my promise dad. Can you hear me? I'm keeping it." Cam wanted to tell him, but he would never know.