He goes away, able at least to feel that there is one person in the world who loves him and one person in the world whom he loves.

But how much his mother really loves him he does not yet know; he will know that later--it forms the most beautiful part of the poem.
"Kullervo directed his steps once more to the home of his fathers.
Desolate he found it, desolate and deserted; no person advanced to salute him, no person came to press his hand, to give him welcome.
"He drew near to the hearth: the embers were extinguished.

By that he knew that his mother had ceased to be.
"He drew near to the fire-place, and the stones of the fire-place were cold.

By that he knew that his father had ceased to be.
"He turned his eyes upon the floor of his home; the planks of the floor were covered with dirt and rubbish.

By that he knew that his sister had ceased to be.
"To the shore of the sea he went; the boat that used to be there was there no longer.