It’s been 25 years since I’ve been to Norway.
The boys wanted to see their ancestor’s homeland.
We walk the countryside. I fall in love with it again.
If only I would’ve stayed all those years ago.
We walk to where I first saw the statue.
Sitting on a small bench, I tell my 24 year olds the story.
They listen, but I see their eyes, they think I’m crazy.
As they walk back to the hotel, I know I can’t go home.
I turn, there he is.
Torvald is waiting for me.
Our twins will have to return alone.
That’s it for now, although I have a part 4 in my head.