Today I went with joy.
Prodigal SonIt had been twenty years, but he stood on my doorstep looking sheepish and shy like it had been a week.
“I, uh, sorry I didn’t get in touch.”
I don’t think he had aged a day since I last saw him, but it didn’t matter. Whatever had happened, why he was like this still, I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
I stood aside and he stepped inside, looking like he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.
“Would you… like some tea?”
He nodded, “um, milk, two sugars.”
I smiled and headed into the kitchen.