I watched my new father pushed the plough up the hill whilst the horse pulled it. I listened to the sound of the Swedish country side and I helped my new mother wash the dishes for dinner. I was rescued by an old Swedish farmer once he discovered me half dead in the train. He taught me to speak Swedish and his wife nursed me back to health. I have never known such people as kind as them. I miss Asa a lot. Yet I know that he will be waiting for me when I join him in heaven when I grow old. I don't wish to become the Olympian I have always wanted to be before, however that's okay. It will always be okay. For now I will work on this farm for years to come and I know now (more than I ever have known before) that I couldn't be happier to be alive.
The End
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