A Drabble From a Rabble - Twenty Three

 Let's start filling up another one of the themes for my drabbles.

 Today I went with joy.

Prodigal Son

 It 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.

 “C-come in.”

 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.