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My parents were there to listen to my speech. Actually it was my father who asked me to come and share some of my thoughts and reflections about Lent.
Afterwards I went home with my parents.
The peaceful, comforting feeling of being a little girl again. An only child for a few hours, surrounded by the deep, everlasting love of a mother, of a father. My mother made coffee. Afterwards my eyes fell down and I had a long nap on their coach. When I woke up my father had dinner ready.
We shared memories.
me - I remember brother Frode read my diary. I complained, in tears, and mamma, you said - oh BrittArnhild, please let him read, will you. I think you were very tired right then
mamma - I am sure your secret words gave him important lessons for life
pappa - I can´t see how you could have anything against your brother reading your diary, you still write your journal and now you open it for the whole would
me - the whole world except my brother, I don´t think he reads my blog, I guess it is because he is allowed to now. No excitement anymore :-)
Welcome to Trondheim Frode. It will be nice to have you here a week, and most of all to celebrate your birthday.
