Sulu.

Someday, someone will greet me at the airport with my child and say,

Welcome home.

I’ll know I haven’t been without home, and that someone has been waiting for my flight.

At that point, all my struggles would become meaningful, and I will be in a state of bliss.

That someone and my child would be waiting for me to come home

Is a sight I can only imagine but will never attain.

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