We celebrated my mother's birthday today by preparing her a dinner. She said it was terribly strange just to sit and wait while other people did all the cooking.
The kid announced at the airport that he hates me and that he doesn't want me to come to his home. Poor kid. I had missed him too. It isn't easy to be apart from each others for any of us. I still have to be in Sweden and back at least until the end of March. Wish us strength.
It's good to be back home anyway.
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