Return to that home

On the porch, there was a wooden table. Old Mr. Thu was old, but sometimes, just by hearing the softest footsteps or a faint cough, he could tell that Minh had returned. He left the table, his half-finished cup of tea, and stepped out into the yard. His daughter was all grown up now; she was 30 years old, no longer a little girl. Minh held her father's hand and said, "I'm coming to live with you, Dad." Yes, everyone eventually returns to their home, one way or another.

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