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Mine does too. I think it's cause when you're sick you can't do much anyway, but think and stir and type. :D <3 Feel better though.

Gunnar had fretted quietly at his dottr's movements, and words. And he hated to admit it had cut him a little deeply to have her show her displeasure with him, even if it wasn't actually directed at him. It still hurt. However, he had given her the space she had wanted, had stayed away from her. His body not as stiff as Spring had arrived for them finally.

It was with surprise and a new wave of both guilt and grief that bombarded him when he heard her voice. He closed his eyes tightly fearful of what she may say, but if Bjarn didn't wish to be here. He couldn't make her, and he shouldn't. He had to go find himself around the same age. He knew the signs, the visions of restlessness. He was old, but not a fool.

BUt he turned and met her with a small smile, albeit sad. Hello darling girl.