Return of the Prodigal Son
Frank Sosa scurries up a flight of marble steps and into a barren looking living room. First there are shouts, then screams. His mother and sister frantically embrace him. His mother is at a loss for words. "No tears, no tears," she says hysterically, but in a moment she is weeping like her son has returned from the dead. He has. "My life, my life," she cries. "You are here now."
