A man visits his mother’s house after her death and discovers an old photograph of her with a boy who resembles him. He decides to find the boy and learns a shocking secret about his mother’s past. While most people have emotional bonds to their childhood home and are generally unwilling to sell it, Ben Dixon was determined to get rid of his old property in Texas when his mother died.

So just a week after the funeral, he contacted an agency to find purchasers, and to his surprise, he soon found a couple who was interested in buying the house. Ben and his wife Cassandra traveled from New York that week to meet with the potential buyers. They’d been inspecting the house with the agent, Mr.

Franklin, when Cassandra chanced upon one of his childhood albums. “Hey, Ben,” she called out. “Look at this.

You were very adorable as a child! I’m curious whether there are any more albums here. I’d still advise you to reconsider selling the house, honey.

It has your memories, after all.”

Ben shrugged. “It’s not like I had many happy memories here, Cassandra. Mom and I never spoke after I moved out.

You know, I could never get her. She never told me about my father even after I kept begging her. I used to see other kids at baseball games with their dads, but I’d be sitting alone in one corner, thinking about my father.”

“Oh, Ben,” Cassandra gave him a hug.

“I’m sure she had her reasons. You know she loved you. She provided you with a good education, helped you become a lawyer, and raised you single-handedly.

I’m sure it wasn’t easy for her to be a single mom, Ben. She wouldn’t have done all of that if she didn’t love you.”

“Yeah, whatever….”

“Excuse me, Mr. and Mrs.

Dixon,” Mr. Franklin interrupted them. “Our guests are here.

Shall we?”

“Oh sure, we’re coming,” Cassandra said, smiling. Then she turned to Ben. “There’s no need to hurry, Ben, remember that.

You can still refuse to sell the house. It’s your decision at the end of the day.”

“I’m going to sell the house, Cassandra. I don’t want to stand here for another minute, believe me.

And as for this album, well… I wish she had prioritized her son above these frivolous pursuits. Just put it back.

We don’t need that.”

“No way, Ben. I’m keeping this! Our children should get to know how handsome their father was as a child.”

“Fine, do whatever you want!” Ben shrugged and walked away.