He stepped into the light of the porch, the music in his head swelling. "I'm home," he whispered. And for the first time in a decade, the restless man felt he was exactly where he was meant to be.
Matei walked toward the porch where his parents now sat, gray-haired and quiet. They didn't see him at first. His father was peeling an apple for his mother, a simple gesture of a lifetime of shared burdens. Rico Nadara - Parinti mei (Cover Florin Cercel Live 2022)
"You are our pride," they had told him. "Our tired backs are the bridge for you to walk toward the sun." He stepped into the light of the porch,