Max was in her uncle`s old room and looked through some of the things in there. Mostly the closet, there was a lot on their family history in there. There were records of who had died as well. All of which was useful information. Looking at the bottom of the closet she found a journal. Opening it she noticed the owner of it had been her mother. It appeared to be a diary of sorts. Walking over to the bed she sat down and started reading over the pages days of memories. Most of them were about her father which made her smile a bit. Her mother had been a hopeless romantic for sure.