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Sweetie, I think we live on

in the memories of the people

that loved us.

If we were good

in their life

then their memories of us

will be too.

What if they don't remember you?

What happens then?

Hey, mommy's not gonna

forget you.

I met a girl who said

she would.

Clearly she's a horrible little

person from a broken home.

Doofas.

Come in.

Come in!

I said, come in.

You gonna open it?

Jeez.

I didn't mean to startle you,

you've just been staring

at that box for two minutes.

Oh my god.

Jane?

Ok.

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, sh*t.

Hey.

Where did you get these?

The county archives

delivered them.

That's not possible.

My foster parents would have

told me.

Jane.

These files just didn't appear

out of the blue.

You ordered them.

When?

You tell me.

I can't remember.

You own that house.

No!

I forget little things,

like appointments,

birthdays, pick-ups.

Not...

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't even be here.

I should have picked her up.

The trust fund's been paying

the property tax.

It's managed by a...

Patrick ryer.

I think you have an uncle.

That explains why you keep

trying to photograph the place.

Jane, hey.

Hey.

We'll figure this out.

It's gonna be really positive.

It's an opportunity.

I barely remember

my own family.

Visiting your childhood home

could really stimulate some

repressed memories.

Why don't you at least

call your uncle?

Spend some time

at the house.

It certainly can't hurt.

Hello?

Patrick ryer?

Speaking.

Hello?

Are you still there?

Uh... yeah.

I um...

Are you the brother of-

who's calling, please?

My name's Jane.

Jane?

Yeah.

Wow.

Uh...

Um... are we...

Are you my uncle?

I haven't seen you in a...

Uh... but yeah.

Yeah, I sure am.

Um...

Would it be ok if- if

i came by sometime?

Um...

You're welcome any time.

Of course.

Ok.

Kinda familiar.

Maybe it's just like every

other place I've photographed.

I don't know.

Patrick?

You're the spitting image of

your mother.

We tore down the old barn,

turned your father's fields

there into corn and soy bean,

if you believe.

Your foster parents sold me

the fields

on the condition that you

keepin' the house.

Can't say I much wanted it

on account of the memories

good and bad, you know?

Um, I've gotta get something

off of my chest.

It's been weighing on me.

Um... about you

and foster care.

I just didn't know the first

thing about bringing up a kid.

I thought it'd be best for you.

Still, somehow it...

I don't know.

Didn't sit right with me.

I'm sorry.

Let me know if you need

anything.

What happened to them?

I assumed somebody told you,

janey.

I...

Your parents and your sister

passed on in that house.

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