I’m Back
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A figure emerged from one of the larger huts. He was older, his hair gray, his face weathered by years of survival. But his eyes held strength and wisdom. Kendrick’s breath caught in his throat. “Dad.” The man stepped forward, disbelief washing over him. “My son?” His voice was barely above a whisper.
Father and Son
Father and son embraced, the years of separation melting away in an instant. Tears ran down Kendrick’s face as his father held him tight. “I knew you’d make it,” his father said. “I always believed in you.” The islanders watched in silence before realization struck. If Kendrick had returned, it meant safety.
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