My friend lost both her mom and dad when she was very young, and her beloved aunt became a surrogate parent. Her dear aunt wanted to help my friend stay connected to her mom and have happy childhood memories. They went on trips together and made photo albums of their adventures. After my friend’s Aunt Ruth passed away, her uncle had a caregiver staying with him at the house. My friend was visiting her uncle and remembered the vacation photo albums and wished she could have all those pictures that meant the world to her and carried such special memories of time spent with her Aunt Ruth. My friend looked in all the places where her aunt may have saved their memories, but nothing turned up. As my friend was walking past the caregiver’s bedroom, the door opened. “Hello?” she called, but the caregiver wasn’t there. My friend told me she wouldn’t have walked into the caregiver’s bedroom because it would be a violation of the caregiver’s privacy, but something pulled her in when the closet door opened — yep, she found those photo albums. Afterward, she apologized to the caregiver for going into the bedroom, but the caregiver completely understood; although, I wonder if that caregiver slept with one eye open that night.