It was immortalized by Tolkien that the basic of an adventure is just going there and coming back again. Going there, wherever there is, and experiencing great things is not the whole adventure. Coming back is the most important part. Having a home to return to. Always and again.
When Matthew opened the door of his home and his mother and sister received him with tight hugs and with tears in their eyes. When even his father came and hugged him tightly holding back his own tears. Matthew finally relaxed after 5 days of fighting for his life.
His legs weakened. His breathing slowed. His eyes watered.
He hugged his family tightly.
"I'm home."
The food his mother cooked him that afternoon was the best food he ever ate in his life. It was the answer to the question "how home tastes like?" An overly salty spaghetti with meatballs and industrialized apple juice. Tastes he never gave much appreciation before, but that now tasted like ambrosia on his tired mouth.
