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  • I'm not feeling good at all. My son is at home, because he's sick, and I'm at home to take care of him. Since I'm just as sick, it's not that great. I'm not rediscovering the joy of lego or toy trains, and I've really had it with playing with toy cars.

    Yesterday I browsed through a photo album from my childhood, looking for pictures of childhood cats, dogs and horses. I had finally figured out what my first love was, after weeks of being clueless.

    Folke was driving a toy car through the streets created between my childhood moments. He was wearing his Hello Kitty nightgown, and Jack Sparrow coat. That moment seems much more precious now that he's lying next to me, snoring slightly in his sleep. Holding on to his cuddly cat Älskling.
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