finally, after almost a year, you come back home from boarding school for your’s and pig’s 17th birthday.

you enter your home, tired from the long journey from Donegal to Cork and you are immediately greeted by him at the front door of your house.

“Runt!!” he squeals, rushing over to you and wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Thought you weren’ comin’ back. Scared I was.”