Why can’t my mother be like everyone else? People look at her and shake their heads. “Touched,” I once heard Mr. Bergstrom whisper to his wife. She doesn’t even look like anyone we know. Everyone in Nordfjell has blonde hair like mine, or light...
Why can’t my mother be like everyone else? People look at her and shake their heads. “Touched,” I once heard Mr. Bergstrom whisper to his wife. She doesn’t even look like anyone we know. Everyone in Nordfjell has blonde hair like mine, or light...