In the family photo, you see a man you never knew. You noticed he is a missing family member.

In the family photo, you see a man you never knew. You noticed he is a missing family member. His name is Pietro and he was taken from you when you were only six years old. The photograph has been passed down through generations, but your grandmother, when she was older, burned the image. You don’t know why she did this, but you’ve always wondered if it was out of some twisted revenge for what her family endured. Pietro was the last image your grandmother had of her son, who would have been 60 this year.

Your father has told you the story many times. Pietro was raised by the Salvatore family, who were friends of the Grimaldi family. In 1923, Pietro joined the Army, where he was stationed in Austria. On the morning of October 28, 1923, Pietro was arrested as a part of a reprisal against the Falangists for killing some Falangists. He was taken to a field and killed by Falangists with a machine gun.

All this time, your family had assumed that you were dead, that the man in the photo was your brother and your family was just pretending to be alive.

They didn’t know about the photo or about the terrible secret it held.

When the crisis broke out in 1936, your father returned from fighting in the war to find his family decimated. He found the photograph in the house and you recognized Pietro in it immediately. Your father and your mother never mentioned the photo again, but you felt the weight of the family secret, the burden of a hidden evil.

Pietro was taken from you by force, but he is still with you, and it is your duty to find him and bring him home.

If you can locate your family, you can reunite the image with Pietro.

– Julia Jones, PhD, a Postdoctoral Research Fellow at McGill University & West Concordia University

Julia Jones studies crime scene investigation and uses forensic evidence to understand what occurred at the crime scene. She is fascinated by how the human brain processes and stores visual information.

Pietro is one of the featured cases of The Missing 411. The Missing 411 is a collection of real stories of children who went missing, and the unlikely, often humorous, ways in which they were found. Learn more here.

You discover a secret family member you never knew existed.

You break down the walls of one of your own.

Whatever it is, you will find that it’s as much a part of you as your hair color or eye color.

A friend of mine was doing an experiment with his daughter.

She has always been teased about her name and so he was asking her to come up with a new one.

The name she came up with was Abbie.

My friend was all for it and thought it was very cute.

The funny thing is he was never comfortable calling Abbie Abbie or Abbie – Abbie.

He said he didn’t want to offend anyone by using the wrong name.

He thought it might hurt feelings.

I told him that no one would be hurt by hearing Abbie Abbie.

I said that it might even be more of a compliment because it meant that Abbie was just so much a part of her that she was comfortable using her given name as her nickname.

She has the same last name as her mom and dad so it’s just a short form of their full names.

We often see each other in public and I hear someone call out “Hey, Abbie!” and I give her a big wave and she gives me a small wave back.

“Hey, Abbie.

How are you doing?” We’re both embarrassed and we can’t help but laugh.

Sometimes when we’re at a public event, we hear someone call out “Hey, A-B-D!” and we laugh even more.

It’s just such a natural and easy way to be able to say hello and keep up the connection.

I think it’s cute, and it’s how I look at the relationship I have with people.

I look at people as my friends.

Some people have an accent that I can’t place, or some face that I can’t place.

But if you smile at me, say hello, and call me by my first name, that’s what I am.

I’m a friend.

I’m a real friend, and I have the right to call you by your name.

I think that when people are comfortable with you calling them by their first name, that’s a good sign.