Returning home after another exhausting meeting with military officials, politicians, and scientists, Edward felt a weariness that seemed to seep into the depths of his bones. On the way back, he always carried the weight of responsibility, which rested on his shoulders as the world's protector. "I haven't been this tired in a while"."

"I'd better go on another 'cleanup' mission," he thought to himself.

On the doorstep of his home, he was greeted by two flags: the British and the Korean, symbolizing his mixed heritage and dedication to both countries. On the shelf stood a photograph of his father, encased in a frame adorned with a black ribbon. His father had vanished into the gates, and his 'death' remained an open wound in Edward's heart. "Mom, I'm home," he said with a smile, touching the photograph of his father with his fingers.

"Everything's ready; take a seat at the table," her voice echoed from somewhere in the room.

As Edward sat down at the table, he glanced at the empty seat next to him, triggering memories of their family gathered around this very table. There were smiles, laughter, and the warmth of family moments. But today, Justin was conspicuously absent.

Shifting his gaze to the shelves adorned with awards, he felt a surge of nostalgia. Gleaming on the shelves were his scientific accolades, polished to a shine, along with numerous certificates from both school and university.

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"Has Justin still not returned?" he asked quietly, looking at the vacant spot beside him.

"Not yet," his mother replied, taking her seat at the table opposite him. "But you know he's always 'just fine.' We shouldn't worry." She pointed to the fridge, where a note from Justin was attached. "I'll be staying with Grandpa for a while."

"Yes, you're right," Edward smiled. He felt gratitude toward his mother for her warmth and support, especially in times like these. Yet, his concern and longing for his brother still gnawed at him.

They began their dinner, and a pleasant silence enveloped the room, broken only by the sounds of their meal. Memories of family and his mother's caring made this moment special for Edward.

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"How are you, Mom?" her elder son broke the silence.

"I'm holding up for now," she replied with a gentle smile.

"Mom, you know we could move to a better neighborhood and a bigger house; the government didn't skimp on providing us with new housing," he continued.

"I know, but there are too many memories here. I'm not sure I'd feel the same sense of 'home' anywhere else," she replied.

"Perhaps there's something else you'd like?"

"For me, the most important thing is for you to be safe and unharmed, son"

"Know that you can always count on me."

"Thank you, son!"