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The motorcycle's engine hummed as it went down the road. The hum quieted a bit as Clark unconsciously slowed down as he passed the "Welcome to Smallville" sign. As he past it, he thought I can still turn back. It's not too late. He continued on down the road, but the doubts were still lingering in his head. They seemed to get worse the closer he got to home. The one place he couldn't decide if he wanted to see or not. One part of him wanted to see it and another part dreaded it. What if they don't want to see me again? What if they hate me? Clark thought about everything that he had done. He had run away, stolen things and Clark swallowed against the lump that had formed in his throat. He had put his mother in the hospital and had killed their unborn child. His little brother or sister. Their real child. He tried to push the thoughts away as he stopped at the entrance to the road to the farm.
I can still turn around. They would never know I was here. No, I have to do this. I can't run anymore. He slowly went down the road into the driveway. He looked around the farm like he was seeing it for the first time. He saw the hole where the storm cellar used to be had been covered up. He didn't see the familiar truck in the driveway. As he continued to look around the farm he noticed there was no sound. There were no cows mooing or birds chirping, the only sound he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating rapidly.
He then turned and looked at the doorway. He saw his mother on the other side of the screen door. The sunlight was reflecting off of her hair making her look like an angel standing there.
Martha stood there in the doorway afraid to move, blink or even breathe for fear that the image in front of her might disappear like a dream. She had heard someone drive up and thought it might have been Jonathan coming back from town. She stood there for a second more but then couldn't stand it any longer; she had to see if the dream was real and rushed out of the door toward the motorcycle.
Clark got off the motorcycle and rushed towards her. They embraced each other in an enveloping hug. Time seemed to stand still as they stood there, reassuring each other that this was indeed real.
Clark finally broke the silence. "I love you, Mom."
"I love you too, Clark," Martha said as she looked up at Clark.
"But, how could you? Everything I've done," Clark said as he started to back up.
Martha was not going to let him get out of her grasp. She pulled him back towards her and cupped his face in her hands. "Clark listen to me carefully. You are my son. You will always be my son. I will always love you. No matter what you have done. Now, lets go inside okay?" she replied lovingly.
Clark nodded and walked inside with her.