100WC Week 5 - Nice to be Home

Mum struggled over to the gleaming mahogany dining table. She carried a large, embellished bowl billowing with hot, silver smoke. Her only son, Charlie, was home from boarding school for the holidays.
She had missed him so greatly; the house had been so quiet since Charlie's father had passed away. Mum's afternoon had been spent peeling and stewing, kneading and baking. She wanted to make sure Charlie's favourite apple pie would be perfect.
Charlie helped himself to a serving of piping hot, crumbly pie. The pie was superlative and the custard tasted like heaven. Charlie looked at Mum and said,
"It's nice to be home".