Return of the Prodigal

The prodigal son is home.

He looked stunned that we were so glad to see him. In fact, I wanted to cry I was so happy.

I wanted to ask him a hundred questions.

"Where have you been? Are you hungry? Why didn't you call us? Are you alright? Where are you staying? How long are you going to be around?"

I took it as a good sign that we were all riding the elevator UP.