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  • Just one signal.

    He picked up:

    – Yes, it's Bernt.
    – It's Jenny. Your daughter.

    I had planned to add the daughter part. I didn't want to risk a "Jenny who?".

    – Let me just turn off the music here, he said.

    This was our first conversation in 21 years. Or 26, depending on how you count.
    I called my dad, because Folke wants him to come for his 5th birthday. I had explained to Folke that his grandfather is my dad, and I don't know my dad, because he didn't take care of me when I grew up. But that I could contact him if he wanted me to. So I did.

    I don't know what I expected. I never had any expectations on him. I mean, he had a child, that he didn't care for. What's to hope for?
    I certainly wasn't prepared for him to adress that same issue right there, over the phone. Or to show remorse.

    – I figured it was better for you to not have a father at all, than to have a bad father. Sometimes we screw up, I guess.

    That's what he said. Turned out he had a Facebook account since 2009, to look at my pictures. He knew a lot about my life and my son. I didn't have to drop the grandson news to him.

    I don't know what I had expected, but I wasn't prepared to feel love for an undeserving father.
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