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19 August 2012
(varning för dålig photostory wieee~) "There. Now you look okay." "I don't know... It's so short..."
"It's alright, dad won't care." "Really?" "Yes, I promise. When he works, auntie has him wearing a dress."
"Dad! Come on, you're so slow! Solan's here now!"
...what if he doesn't remember me? Oh, what if he doesn't want me anymore?
"Dad. Dad, come down."
"...you have to be careful, Solan is shy. He might run away if you scare him."
"...hi. I'm, uh... I am Solan..." "Yes, I know you are Solan." ". . ."
"...what's the matter?" "...can I call you dad?" "Of course, why wouldn't you?" "I don't know... Maybe you didn't want me anymore..."
"How could I not want you? I've waited for ages for you to come home." "Me too, stupid!"
"You're my son. I will always want to have you with me." "Really? Always?"
"Dad said always, so that means always." "Oh." "Besides, you can't run away because... Well, I am your older sister, and you have to listen to what I say."
"Keelah..." "And you have to stay forever, because we are family now. You can stay at home and, uhm... Look after the house, dad will cook us food and I will do all the hard work, because papa taught
"Hah, not right now, darling. Maybe we can bring Kagra over and she can be your little sister." "Can we?" "Surely we can. Right now, I'm just happy my babies are here with me." TEH ND
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