This is a drabble (100 word story) about someone who's run away from home.

Coming Home
Copyright 2012 by Heather Rose Brown
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I reread the last few words of my father's letter.

"I'm so sorry for the way I reacted. It broke my heart when I lost your mother. When you said you weren't my son, I didn't really understand what you meant. I'd planned to apologize the next morning for what I said to you that night, but you had already run away to your aunt's house. Please come home."

I looked out the front window of the bus and noticed the distant lights were looking more familiar.

"I'm coming home," I said as I wiped my cheek.

"I'm coming home."