And, like the prodigal son, he had returned broken in body and also in mind to the house where he had been born, and he and his child had been welcomed with open arms.

Catherine Cookson
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The story of the prodigal son is one of redemption, in which a son who had squandered his inheritance through irresponsible spending returns home. His father welcomes him with open arms, like the father in this quote, and puts him to work to earn his way back to respectability.

Source: The Black Candle

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