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The mother cries with relief

“I thank thee, lord

thou helped him survive”

overwhelmed with the sheer visceral joy of seeing him alive

the love in her heart overpowers the fear in her mind

he had run away to escape the world in which he was confined


All hail the prodigal son

for he has returned

no longer headstrong or obstinate

he staggers with an impish grin on his face

he plans to stay and mend his ways

and leave behind his carefree days


Or so she envisions.