[Ivar's feeling very proud of his perfect little girl. She's so smart and has started to babble nonsense words. It won't be long now before she can say her first word. Ivar can't help but show her off to everyone he meets. He loves her the way he's never loved anyone else.
Then with a start he hears a familiar voice, one he's heard in his dreams and nightmares both. No. It couldn't be. She was far away in Norway and never coming back. But could it...? There's a storm of emotions rising in those blue eyes of his as he turns to look her where he thinks her eyes are at.]
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Then with a start he hears a familiar voice, one he's heard in his dreams and nightmares both. No. It couldn't be. She was far away in Norway and never coming back. But could it...? There's a storm of emotions rising in those blue eyes of his as he turns to look her where he thinks her eyes are at.]
Who are you really?
[He demands, wanting to hear her say it.]