“I miss you, Mom,” Martin whispered to her. “More than you know. I wish I had been a better son and visited you more often. Sorry…”

Martin wiped his tears as he rose to his feet to leave the cemetery when Alicia began pulling his arm. “Martin, look there!” she gasped. “That’s you! That has your name!”

Alicia was pointing to a tombstone not far from his mother’s, and he was shocked as he ran his fingers over the name engraved on it.

“In the beloved memory of Martin,” the inscription read, and an old picture of a child was nearby. The picture was a vivid image of him.

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