1. The Ride - Part 1 - Chapter 1-6


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    get here, who would pay and in general practical things. At first it was just a played out joke, but didn’t stay that for long. Soon it turned from a joke to a day dream, and then from a day dream to a real dream. And then, I was suddenly sitting there, in the back of my families car, staring at her. Not on a computer screen, through Skype, but actually staring at her. I could even touch her. And so, right before the car stopped and we climbed out of the car, I touched her hand, just to confirm that she was real. Meeting my family had been something we had discussed a lot. She seemed eager to, but of course, being a shy person, she had nerves about it too, and she we shut the door behind us, we heard my mother come down the stairs. “Hey,” She exclaimed in her tone, happy, curious and loving, although slightly hampered by the somewhat unfamiliar English word, “I am Ida, I prepared some food if anyone is interested”. When someone comes home, especially late, we prepare some good food so that we can all talk and adjust again. Sofia was no exception, I guess mom must have thought, and she had dished up with a cheese soufflé and baked bread. Sofia kept behind me, and when we got up to the second floor, she got to shake hands, first with my father, then mom, and then at last, hiding in my background, my older brother, who seemed uncomfortable. Sofia though, smiled, radiating her feelings, like usual, not supressed by the staring, but kind eyes of my family. When finally sat down ...
    at the kitchen table, I sighed in relief inside me. The dream was finally about to be lived out. A dream that felt like I had had for my whole life, but which obviously hadn’t lasted for more than a few months. Scraping my knife against the plate to scrape up the last bit of food on my plate, I leaned back, turned to Sofia, who was sitting the spot right next to me, where mom normally sits, and smiled to her. The first talk with my family had gone well, she had talked about me, mostly good things, the basics about herself, and then Italy. How, just the things she had seen in the short few hours she had been here, were so different from how things at home were. I had mostly shut up, only laughing and smiling at her occasionally, but letting my parents lead the conversation, which they did surprisingly well, even in English. As we all rose and put our own plates in the dishwasher, mom said: “I have prepared a bed for you upstairs, in the room next to where me and him sleeps,” pointing at my dad. “The main bathroom is downstairs, the first room you get to when,” “Ehm,” Sofia said, “I would quite like to sleep downstairs,” “Oh, yes, but we don’t have any spare beds downstairs, unless one of the boys are willing to give up their room,” Mom replied, eying me and my brother. “Oh, that won’t be necessary; I am fine with sleeping in the same bed as this guy,” She exclaimed, gripping my shoulders from behind and squeezing them lightly. Mom looked at her sternly, and whispered, “Can I ...
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