The mother put down her fork as did her father. They looked at each other in the face. For some reason, the mother had more guilt then the father. The father got up and walked out of the room and up the stairs.<br/><br/>"Rebecca, sweety..." She began softly. "If you must put hate on someone, then put it on me. I was the one that gave you up." Danny eyebrowed a bit. "I gave you up because...we didn't have enough money to handle -two- kids. We had to either give you up or Danny. It was a very hard choice for me to make..." The mom looked down. A tear ran on her left eye, and then another very soon after on the right. "We made sure you was put in at least a good home. It wasn't like we left you in the dust. We kept watch on you from time to time." As the dad came back with a picture in hand, the mom looked at Danny. "I wanted to tell you this a week later on that day, but your sister died on that day and you look very hurt by the ordeal...I'm so sorry I held it from you..." She then covered her eyes as she began to cry.<br/><br/>Danny's eyes widen. "Wait...so...you mean..." The father handed him the picture. It showed the mom in her younger days holding two babys in her arms. He then looked at Rebecca and then the picture several times. It was starting to come back.