Before long, the discussion was over, the dough was ready to be taken upstairs so that they could do their pizzas in the main kitchen. Once the pizzas were in the oven, Sean spoke up once more.<br/><br/>"Dad, are you ready to see your gift? It's on the 3rd floor and I thought that if we went up with the first batch of food, then I'll show you your gift."  Sean spoke with a grin.<br/><br/>"Sounds fine to me. Let's go on up and see what is up to see." Thomas spoke with a smile.<br/><br/>Using a cart, chips and drinks were loaded up as well as anything else the guys saw that they might want. By that time it was less than 5  minutes to wait. A second cart was taken out and soon all of the food was loaded up. They  rode the elevator to the 3rd floor. Sean set the alarms for the rest of the house with a special remote control. The food was left in the theatre while Sean went to a room where he unlocked the door.<br/><br/>"I left all the items that I definitely wanted up here. Some are gifts while other things are mine. In this room are things that are valuable monetary and while they are worth a lot, they are worth even more in my eyes. Dad, this is a special box. It holds a set of pictures that reminded me of you. The complete works of George Catlin. 183 paintings arranged alphabetically. I know the worth both financially and what each painting means to me. Mother let it slip that my father was a native american. She picked them up for me here and there. Each painting has a receipt of sale. The only thing is that these are forged paintings. Very good forges but still are forges. I want you to have them during your lifetime then I would like to have them back." Sean spoke quietly.<br/><br/>Lone Star opened the first box of paintings. He slowly pulled out various paintings and looked at each one. Tears began to form in his eyes.<br/><br/>"How did you know that George Caitlin is my favorite artist?" he asked quietly as he looked at the paintings.<br/><br/>"Mother finally gave me a diary that was all about you and what you were like in her eyes. Some things were good and other things were not so good. That was 3 years ago. She hired a painter to paint these for me. I found them in the attic." Sean spoke.