“Yeah. There isn’t really any reason for me to stick around here - and I think I’ll have better chances back there.”

“And have you gotten everything sorted out?”

“Aye. I won’t be poor and destitute; I got everything arranged ahead of me.”

“You’re sounding more mature every day. I’m proud of you.”

“Mature? Scary word! Ha!”

“I’m very proud of you. And I’m happy, too.”

“I’m happy for you as well.”

“I’m glad. That was always my number one concern.”

“You’re happy, so that makes me happy. Nothing else matters.”

“That’s very grown-up of you. Tomorrow’s the day then, hmm?”

“Yeah... I’m gonna miss you.”

“Oh, I know... that’s the most difficult part of this is leaving you here, dear. But I believe in you. I know you’re going to be fine, and I knew the day was coming you’d want to strike out on your own.”

A thoughtful pause of reflection permeates the air.

“Make me proud, son.”

“I will. I promise!”