I grab him, pull him in close, and kiss him full on the lips. "Genevieve," I'll cry, my voice quivering with both love, relief, and the resolved tension of an eternity of longing, "Oh, sweet, sweet Genevieve, you've come home at last! After all these years, we can finally be a family. Here, come quickly! See your little Maria! She's grown up so much like you! Oh, Genevieve!" Then I kiss him once more and run off.