“Hun, you love building Lego, right…”
That’s what I was told entering the room after hearing something shattered in the evening. And she needed help.
The left screw wasn’t in the wall, the washing line with the linen all tangled up in her hands and the things on top, were all over the floor so she couldn’t move.
Remembering the sound, it wasn’t like: sjuk, kabeng, splash. But sjuk, kabeng, kabeng, little pause, kabeng, splash. Almost as if it had tumbled down and hit all the shelves from the Billy book case. Taking souvenirs with it that we bought on trips abroad.
It wasn’t her fault, I helped her first, took some parts around her feet and together we searched for the rest of the pieces. I put them in a box for another day. I wasn’t in the mood to get the instructions and completely rebuild set 21321 ISS into the night.
“Remember, you love building Lego.”
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