Ceridwen smiled, rising from her chair. "Of course you can, dear," she said, moving to embrace him. She never thought she'd get the chance to embrace any of her grown sons, and perhaps it should have been stranger to her, but it wasn't. This was her child, her own flesh and blood, and it felt like the first step toward going home.
She couldn't help it, she started to tear up too, sniffling as she stepped back.
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