Pippilotta Viktualia Rullgardina Krusmynta Efraimsdotter Långstrump.

Wednesday evening my sister Emma and I waited on my fathers delayed train
at Norrköpings trainstation. We talked about our anger, things we missed and things we couldn't understand.
The train arrived, the rain was pouring down.
I ran out, looked for a tall man in a grey jacket. I was scared that I wouldn't recognize him, since it's been over a year since I last saw him, and he had no idea I was surprising him.
A man was walking towards the station, I ran after. One meter from him I stopped, just in case he's not my dad.
He turns around, smiles and adds;
"Small animal!"

That's me, his small animal.

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