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November 28, 2008
As my father slept, I walked quietly through the house to the living room. As some of the floor boards sighed, I stood frozen, hearing dad rustle, waiting for him to settle again. Feeling almost deceitful, I kept the lights off and in the moonlight moved to the side board. I opened mom's photo album. Losing grip a little as I opened it, the back cover slipped from my hand. Out fell several photo's. They had been tucked into the back. There it was. Two photos where my late mother was romantically entwined with a man who wasn't my dad.