Coming Home
I've been away for far too long.
Somehow, I've missed home so much. I'd give anything to be back right now, sitting by the fire, enjoying a warm and comforting drink, feeling a sense of belonging.
I'm aware I'm gonna have to prove myself, after all this time. Will I be acknowledged ? Will I be welcome ?
I went on a useless errand, I know that now.
All my anger has vanished at last, like dust in the wind. No more resentment. Only an unmeasurable envy to be in a good company and feel secure.
Seasons have come and gone. Wrinkles have remained.
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He knows that, on his horizon, just there, someone is waiting for him, someone precious, who will not judge him, who will not blame him for leaving in the first place, who may even stand on the threshold, with open arms.
His family is just a few meters away, at the end of this blizzard, on the other side of his ancient fears.
The faint glow of the far away fire has drawn him this close like a butterfly to a blooming flower. His life, from now on and for ever it seems, is here, with the wisest creature he ever met, the one he could and will trust with his life.
His best friend. His brother.
Jerry, in there, patiently waiting for him to come home.
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