My new parents locked my ship in the rear shed when I arrived all those many years ago. It's still there. At least the last time I sneakily broke the lock and checked. Dad doesn't - didn't - like me to talk about it. "Better that you get used to life here, lad. Keep those feet on the ground, huh?"
I miss that voice and his words of wisdom. Though I don't always keep my feet on the ground like he wanted me too.
"Clark?"
"Coming, ma." It's good being home for the holidays this year. The stars are brighter out here.
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