Prodigal Son's Prayer

Dmitry was hardly ever nervous but he was now. Standing in front of a man he hadn’t seen or heard from in three years due to his own hurt pride and arrogance, he was nervous. Despite what everyone said he was still afraid that he would be turned away, unworthy of a place in his house.

When his father stepped towards him Dmitry bit back a sob and threw himself at the older man, burrowing his head into his chest like he had as a small child. When his fathers’ arms wrapped around him Dmitry knew that all was forgiven.