
... In tears, Filip then scrambled through his rucksack. And true enough, an invitation. (In the plastic pocket especially made for messages, firmly attached to the inside of the rucksack. As the school had provided a different one - unattached - we hadn't checked this one.) Still sniffing, Filip stood by my side, the other quads on standby to comfort him. I opened the invitation and read "... on Tuesday, November 21st"! "It's TUESDAY!" I shouted -
and Filip broke down completely, but from relief, this time... He lay sobbing in my lap and the others petted his hair...After that the lullabies were sung with quadruple force! And I could text M's mother to say yes, Filip would indeed be coming to the party...

2 comments:
Aaa, man blir jo helt i taarer selv av aa lese den historien!! Hils han fra meg, haaper han faar det goy!! =D
Jeg kjenner det i kroppen, hvordan det må ha vært å lete gjennom sekken etter lappen... Takk og lov at det ordnet seg. Var det vellykket? Stor klem til Filip og dere andre.
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