A married couple stands in the lobby of a building. The woman wrings her hands nervously. Her husband's hand lays comfortingly upon her shoulder. Suddenly, from down the hallway, a man emerges. A young boy is clutching his hand. Tears spring into the woman's eyes. Her husband is unsure of the nature of these tears; joy? Excitement? Horror? Sorrow?
The boy spots the couple and starts running. His eyes light up happily. "Mama!" His voice is young, gentle, just as it had always been. The woman stoops down and wraps him in a hug. He buries his face in her shoulder, giggling. She runs a hand through the boy's dark hair. It's soft. It's sweet. It's not exactly the same. But it's close enough, she tells herself.
The boy's eyes look up to the husband. "Daddy!" He reaches his arms up towards his father. The man reaches down and takes the boy into his arms. "I missed you a lot!" The boy says to both of his parents.
"We missed you too, Beck," His father replied, now crying himself.
"Yes, honey." His mother replied. "Every day while you were gone."
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