Vincent had been going through the old photographs in the dusty old boxes in the attic and continued to wonder who these people were, was it his father or was it his mother who had kept them and also kept them hidden from the family? Was there something to this gut feeling he had eating at him now, that gave him a feeling of discomfort and foreboding? or were they just innocent memories put away and forgotten by someone he loved? (digital using my program from the society for the blind)