Twenty years ago you were five years old. You couldn’t take it knowing your father was going off to war so you snuck onto his ship. By the time he found you it was too late to turn back to Ithaca, so you ended up staying.

Twenty.. years… that’s how long it took to get back to Ithaca. How long you and your father struggled and clawed your way back from death to make it home. Your mother, and your newborn baby brother… well, by now he would be twenty.

Your father rid the palace of the suitors in a bloody massacre… by the end… three people stood. You, your father… and.. Telemachus. Your little brother whom you hadn’t seen in twenty years.

After your father went to meet with your mother, you and Telemachus stared at eachother.

“Are you..” He breathed, hesitating to step forward.