Thirty-five and stubbornly single, Charlie Carter seemed destined to remain alone. His family worried, helpless against his unwavering resolve.

Then, during a game of hide-and-seek, Abigail and Aaron, Stacey and Hayden's adorable twins, stumbled upon Charlie’s secret stash. Abigail, resembling her father, and Aaron, his mother, were exploring – as children do – when they unearthed a photo and diary.

The photo showed a tearful Charlie. Abigail gasped. "Mom, Uncle Charlie's crying!" she cried, thrusting the picture at their mother. Aaron added the diary to the evidence.

Stacey, initially hesitant, saw the photo and her concern grew. "Where did you find these?" she asked.

"Uncle Charlie's room," Aaron blurted.

Stacey, conflicted, decided to show her mother, Debra. In private, she revealed the photo – a picture of Charlie, eyes red, leaning against a smiling girl.

"Is there someone Charlie likes?" Debra whispered, stunned.

"Maybe someone he liked," Stacey corrected, uncertainty in her voice. Debra, recognizing the shirt, mused, "College? I wonder if she’s married…"

The possibility ignited a spark of hope. "Have you read the diary?" Debra asked Stacey.

"No," Stacey replied.

Debra, grabbing the photo and diary, headed to Charlie’s room, trailed by the twins and a now-excited Yolanda, who had finally found them. "I got you!" she squealed, scooping them up.

Debra placed the items on Charlie’s table, snapping a picture of the photo first. In it, Charlie and the girl sat on the grass, she basking in the sun, he gazing down, heartbroken.

"Granny, Uncle Charlie’s crying!" Abigail insisted, tugging on Debra’s clothes.

"His eyes are red!" Aaron chimed in.

Stacey, looking at the worried faces of her children, reassured them. "He's fine now."

Yolanda, ever practical, added, "Don't cry. It's not good to cry."

Stacey smiled. "He's not crying now. It's just a picture."