I was never close to my mom. She always kept me at a distance, so when I grew up, I did the same. After she passed, I decided to sell the house I inherited from her. To be honest, I knew nothing about my family. My mom never talked about it. So when she died, it felt like I truly had no one left—except for my wife, Cassandra. Cassandra insisted we keep the old photo album from my mom’s house. I thought it was pointless. Why would I want a relic from a life I had no interest in? Fast...
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