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“I don’t recall leaving a box in a closet”

“Open it” I stood up and opened the box Sorting through the contents nothing looked faot to a photo “Is this father?” I handed her the framed photo

“Yes Where did you…”

“When was that taken?”

“I took this photo on my first trip to Paris”

“Are you kidding?” I smiled

“I re at a cafe and spotted this beautiful man and felt coht after I snapped it He said, ‘I hope you got ood side’ I remember his accent was incredibly sexy I looked at hiood sides’”

“Mother, I can’t believe you were that forward”

She took the photo and brushed her finger across the glass “He was a very handsome man” A sad smile covered her face then she looked at me “You look so much like him”

I looked deeper into the box and pulled out a black leather book “What’s this?” I took it out, opened it up and handed it to her

She thu what happened to this” She placed the book on the table and continued turning the pages

“What is it?”

“It’s your father’s prayer journal”

“His what?”