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“We saw you. In Metropolis. On the news.”

The corn was high that summer, higher than Clark Kent remembered it ever getting back when he was a boy. He stood on the porch of the Kansas farmhouse, the screen door whining softly behind him, and watched the amber waves ripple under a sky so blue it looked painted.

“Pa’s tractor needs a new belt,” Clark said, nodding toward the barn. clarkandmartha

He looked at her—this small, strong woman who had found a baby in a spaceship and decided to love him. She didn’t see the cape. She saw the boy who scraped his knee, who cried when a calf was stillborn, who needed to be reminded that he was allowed to be human.

“You looked tired, son,” she said simply. “We saw you

Clark leaned his head on her shoulder, letting the weight of the world slide off him. It was the only place in the universe where he felt truly, completely safe. Not because he was invulnerable. But because Martha Kent was there.

And Martha Kent was in the kitchen, humming a tune from the old radio, her hands buried in a mound of dough. He stood on the porch of the Kansas

“Then you stay tired here,” she said. “The world’s problems are heavy. But so is a sack of potatoes, and right now, I need you to carry one in from the cellar.”