Dad wasn’t happy when I mentioned going to Norway.
Just for a week, I begged, before college starts.
He didn’t say no to me. It’s his ancestor’s homeland.
I arrive, it’s dusk. I just want to relax.
I walk to a park across from the hotel.
Spreading out a blanket I notice the statue. He was magnificent!
It’s dusk, hard to see. Did he wink?
I sit down, hear a noise, look up.
It’s him, my statue in flesh and blood.
“Torvald” he says.
“Ronnaug” I reply.
He speaks, I don’t understand.
He kisses me, I understand.
The universal language.
Part 2 tomorrow!
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