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“You know,” she said, nudging him. “Your father always said the strongest thing you could be was kind. He’d be proud.”

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. clarkandmartha

She didn’t offer platitudes. She didn’t say you’re doing important work or God gave you this gift for a reason . She just reached over and took his flour-dusted hand in hers. “You know,” she said, nudging him

He let out a breath. “I am tired, Ma.” It was the only place in the universe

He wasn't Superman here. He was just Clark.

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

Martha dusted her hands on her apron. “I know. I was gonna call the Miller boy down the road. But since you’re here, and you can see the microscopic stress fractures in a bolt from a hundred yards…” She looked up at him, her blue eyes sharp and loving. “Maybe you could just tighten it without, you know, turning it into a pretzel.”