You hear the clicking of the dead bolt being unlocked, then the door opens slightly to reveal the face of your mother.
"Hi Mom," you exclaim, your smile growing a bit wider.
"Aw, Pete, welcome home," she says, fully opening the front door and rushing to hug you. "It's seems like it's been ages since I've seen you. I've missed you so much."
"I know. I've missed you too, Mom."
The two of you stand on the front stoop just hugging for a minute, each glad to be in the other's embrace. Your problems seem to melt away, at least temporarily. Your mother then motions you to enter the house. Breaking the hug, you follow her inside the house to the living room, dropping your heavy bag near the door.
The house hasn't really changed all that much from what you remember as a kid. An oversized brown leather sofa still sits in the center of the room in front of the television, the focal point of the room. A few slightly less comfortable chairs also point toward that TV. There's a jar of delicious-looking chocolates resting on a nearby coffee table. Pictures of the family hang from the walls, including your parents' wedding pictures, you and your sister Jennifer's yearbook photos, and even a framed newspaper clipping from that time you won first place in a local triathlon. You feel glad to be home, but you are also exhausted from the long drive, and the sofa looks so inviting, simply begging you to take a seat and relax. You do just that, and your mother sits down next to you.
Your mom looks into your eyes with a more serious look. "Honey, I'd like to talk to you about something important."
"Sure Mom, you can talk to me about anything. What's up?"
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