When you return,
wrinkled and weary,
with an empty stomach
and a full backpack,
it will be as though you are
a conquering hero.
I will wrap you in my arms,
raise you to my shoulder,
ply you with good food
and let you lounge against my chest.
I ask only for a story in return,
my darling,
of the mountains you have climbed
and the monsters you have vanquished.
What is a hero, after all, without an epic tale?
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