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"H-Honta!" She cries out as soon as she breaks the stupor, throwing herself forward to pull you into a tight hug. If you weren't as strong as you were today, it might have even cracked a few ribs with how much strength she puts into it.
"Honta's back?!" You hear your father call out from the back. You hear some scrambling around as he rushes to the door, and you can see that unlike your mother, he certainly HAS changed - he's filled out a good bit, being a lot pudgier...uh, fluffier than you remember. His fur also has a plethora of gray hairs in it, though it's far from being all grayed, and his whiskers are phenomenally long. As soon as he rounds the corner and sees you, he throws himself into the mix as well, pulling you AND your mother into a huge bearhug.
You hug them both back, of course, and once everyone is finally done with the tearful reunion (which is quite literal, in your mother's case, as she now seems to be sniffling) you take a step back from the hug and bow sharply to them.
"I'm sorry that I was away for so long." You apologize, feeling that a more in-depth explanation would be both unnecessary and out of place here. They already know the circumstances that kept you away, after all.
"Y-You better be! My baby is all grown up! Without me!" Your Mom says, sounding like she's about to sob, before your pops takes advantage of her lowered guard to distract her and pick her up bridal style.
"Now now, this isn't the time to worry about things like that." He soothes her, before gesturing inside with his head. "Come on in, my boy. We can talk over some pie - freshly baked, and it's our favorite. The only place in the world you can find some good Watermelon Pie." He offers, which you naturally take him up on. Stepping inside, you see that the decor really hasn't changed much, though there's a clearly a wooden box full of everything you've ever sent them sitting on one of the tables.
After he plops Mom down onto the couch, Pops cuts you a slice of the nostalgic pie and hands it to you. Taking a bite, you savor the familiar flavor - truly it is a feat beyond most to make Watermelon into an appealing pie. You don't think even you could replicate the pie without strictly following the recipe, and you don't exactly know your mother's recipe for it...only bits and pieces of the process you helped her with, once upon a time.
"Oh man, this is great! You should teach me the recipe for this sometime." You say to Mom, who beams proudly.
