Dreams of the Past Part III

Frank knocked on the door of his parents' house thrice and stood outside of it for a good thirty seconds before it opened to reveal his mother dressed in an apron and covered in flour. Her gaze turned from stern to excited the moment she witnessed her son standing in the doorway.

"My baby boy has returned to me!"

The mature beauty quickly latched onto her son and suffocated him with her fierce grip. All the while getting the loose flower all over him. Frankly could only chuckle as he attempted to pry his mother off oh him. 

"Mom, I've only been gone for a single semester. Why are you so worked up?"

The woman laughed as she eagerly brought her son inside. The moment the young man gazed at his surroundings, it was as if nothing had changed during his absence. A warm flutter entered his heart as he witnessed the same old living he had grown up with, where his father was currently seated on a sofa with a beer in hand, watching a game of football.