A good girl

I was born 1956 in Copenhagen, Denmark. My Danish father died before I got to know him. My Norwegian mother took me with her back to Norway, where I still live. 
 
In my early years I often wondered when my REAL parents would come to get me. I so did NOT fit in. At all. I simply did not understand the way they lived their lives. SO much drama! Showing up with so many different masks! And choosing to complicate it all when at a deep level I simply knew that life gets to be easy. I seemed to never be able to see who they truly were. Truth be told: I DID see quite a bit of it, but was far too young to be able to articulate it.

 

 

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