Sisters

We were always together, you and I. We loved wearing the same clothes and having my mother braid our hair the same way,
We presented ourselves as sisters. Never understanding why people never seemed to believe this.. To us we looked the same..

Two girls, both 7 years old. Hair braided at the back. We wore the same purple jacket, the same pink backpacks. We rode the same bike. Holding hands as we walked into the schoolyard.
One white hand. And one Brown.

We understood that day.
Why I never got the quetion that you seemed to be answering that whole first day of school. The question you found so difficult to answer.
"So, where are you from?"
They weren't satisfied with your answer.. You were obviously not Norwegian...

In response to "On the other side of the war"