“For a moment they kissed and clung to one another, quite forgetting all the world; for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget everything as they fold them in their loving arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love”. ~ Louisa May Alcott, Little Men