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The Thing-Finder

This piece is about a young woman who tells a story from her childhood. I am not sure about the grammar or the use of some of the words, and I have not bothered to revise it, but since I like it, I am posting it anyway. For now, only the story is important.

“I used to find things for my father. You know, like a treasure hunter, but without a mission. He called me The Thing-Finder. I found many things for him over my childhood years and he was proud of me and always let me know how thankful he was for it. Often it was things that he’d lost somewhere, or that he’d forgotten about. Other times it was new things; things that roused his curiosity. Those times we would sit and wonder what it was for, or used to be and how we could use it for something.

Once, when we were out walking and chatting our way through the city streets on an early Sunday morning – having sneaked out before the others had awakened – he said that it would have been nice if we had some money for a cup of tea somewhere. In the middle of his sentence I had spotted something on the pavement a few feet away from us. I dived off in the direction of it, grabbed it, and came back to him, holding my hand up to him showing a £5 note. He laughed with joy, but told me that I could do anything I wanted with it; it did not have to be used for tea. We had tea. And it was a particularly excellent Sunday morning.”

My home is wherever you happen to be

Something about a mother’s love that I picked up from the local newspaper and wanted to share:

After nine months, my mother came for a short visit to Malmo, to see me, her daughter. The meaning of home for her too is fluid. I tell her that I want to make the best of our time together and take her to see the beautiful sites in Malmo. “Where should we go?” She asks. “I have come to see you. My home is wherever you happen to be.”

PARVIN ARDALAN

You can read the whole article here: http://www.sydsvenskan.se/kultur-och-nojen/article1208306/In-English-Home-is-where-the-Heart-is.html