is pointless. It brings nothing good. My mother never really recovered from the loss. We had financial difficulties, but she refused to sell the medallion. When I was ten, she gave it to me and told me to keep it. I never sold it either, even in difficult times. Its true value lies in the memories it holds.”

He opened the locket and showed two photos. “These are my parents. You can see how much they loved each other.”

Franklin nodded and pointed to another picture. “Is this your grandson?”

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