As I fell asleep last night my childhood kept flashing back into my mind. I remember my Grandma's house more specifically I remember a wall that held three 8X10 portraits. One of my father, one of my aunt, then there was the third. I recall one day when I was about four asking my dad who that third picture was of, the sadness that rushed over his
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