Homecoming
The silent ride back into the house was filled with a type of anticipation that Mark’s father had long thought impossible-anticipation, but Mark had no plans of moving out. Thomas got out of the car when they arrived, and with a glance around, for a moment he stood under the familiar front door; his hands trembled, this time not from melancholy but from joy. For the first time in months, Thomas smiled, and it was a smile filled with thanks and relief.
The weeks that passed brought Mark and his father re-establishing a life together. Mark adapted the house to be more accommodating to his father’s needs, and he and his father began a new rhythm. It wasn’t every day, but there were moments in every day, at least sometimes during morning coffee conversation, sometimes memories, sometimes silent evenings on the porch as sunset painted its colorful canvas over the trees.
