Isra and Jonas meet in Grade 2 of p

Isra and Jonas meet in Grade 2 of primary school.

They’re assigned to the same class, and their lærer sits them next to each other. From the beginning, they complement each other very well; Jonas is good at geography, which Isra couldn’t do if her seven-year-old self depended on it

Jonas struggled with Norwegian the most. Though he was born in Oslo, he had moved to Spain at age 2 and just moved back to Norway the previous summer. Isra didn’t mind taking the time to help him with spelling, or point out mistakes in how vowel pronunciation, which was so, so different from the Spanish vowels he was used to

They would eat lunch together every day, occasionally joined by others in their class. Jonas would talk about his papá, who would laugh with his son and tell him stories about the colors of the gardens and lakes back home in Seville.

In turn, Isra would tell him about her mamma and pappa, how his pappa was busy but loved her all the same, and about how sometimes when pappa was gone his mother would space out for minutes or hours at a time, but it’s okay that her mamma struggled with focusing sometimes, because sometimes she struggles to focus on things, too. Jonas would stare intently, listening to everything she said, which she always did in turn.

One day, Jonas misses school. Isra is sad and lonely at lunch, but feels better the next day when he returns.

Jonas is grinning, a photo clasped tight in his gloved hands. “I have a sister!” he proclaimed proudly. “Her name is Emilie and I love her.” He shoves the photo at Isra. She peels it a little out of her face and smiles. There it is, clearly defined: Jonas’s mamma in bed, sweaty but smiling, a small blanket in her arms. Jonas’ papá standing as close to her as he possibly can without physically being in bed, one of his arms around Jonas’s mamma with the other holding Jonas. All of them are smiling, happy, and excited.

Isra grins. She’s never been so happy for the boy she calls her best friend.

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Two years later, Isra’s mamma is pregnant. She’s excited to be a big sister; she’s seen Jonas, now as a big brother. She’s been to his house, with his mamma and papá and baby Emilie, now walking and giggling as she toddles around the house.

Isra loves the idea of a sibling, a small family member. She can’t imagine herself at that age, but is already excited to do all the things her mamma had informed her that big sisters did for their baby siblings.

One night, two months before Isra’s mamma is due to have her baby; Isra is woken up by a scream. She throws herself out of bed quickly, her breathing panicked and scared, and skittered down to her parent’s room.

She freezes in horror when she gets there. Isra’s pappa has one of her mamma’s hands in the other, the other around the phone, talking with one of the 113 operators.

Isra’s mom is covered in blood, pale and unmoving.

(Isra doesn’t realize it then, not now in the heat of the moment, but years later, she will remember this image. It haunts her.)

She spends the night sitting in a plastic hospital chair, not knowing what’s going on. Her dad is behind the large doors with her mother. There is a nurse sitting next to her, trying to talk to her, but Isra doesn’t feel like talking. She’s never felt this scared before. Her heart is pounding out of her chest, and there’s still a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. She doesn’t know where mamma and pappa are, doesn’t know if they’re ever coming back.

(She learns later that they never fully came back, not really, after that day.)

She doesn’t go to school the next day. Or the day after.

The day after that, Isra returns home with her pappa and mamma. Her mamma and pappa are sad, she can clearly tell, though she not quite sure why. She goes home, back into her room with the blue walls and the pretty clouds her father had painted on.

(When she was younger, her dad would pick her up, point to the clouds on her walls and the plastic glow-in-the-dark stars on her ceiling and say “You should always reach for the stars, skatten min, but should you miss the stars, be sure to hold on tight to a handful of clouds.”)

Later, she hears her dad on the phone, saying words like miscarriage and brain abnormalities and he never would have survived this way and maybe it’s better, he’ll never be born and he’ll avoid a short life full of excruciating pain.

And then it clicks: she’s not going to be a big sister.

She goes to school the next day. Jonas smiles at her. She can’t find the effort to smile back.

“Where were you?” Jonas asks, his curly mop of hair swinging into his head as he turns to look at her.

She shrugs. “Just home.”

They make it exactly 2 minutes into the lesson when the teacher starts talking about family structures and Isra absolutely loses it, runs out of the room crying before the teacher even finishes her sentence

She’s outside a second later, tears streaking her face and hiccupping as she falls down against a wall.

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結果 (中文) 1:

伊斯拉和乔纳斯满足小学二年级。他们分配给同一个班，和他们的 lærer 坐他们彼此相邻。从一开始，他们相互补充很好;乔纳斯是擅长地理、 伊斯拉不能做，如果她七岁自我依赖于它乔纳斯最纠结挪威。虽然他出生在奥斯陆，他两岁时搬到了西班牙，只是搬回挪威前一年夏天。伊斯拉并不介意抽出时间来帮他拼写，或指出错误如何元音发音，是这样，从西班牙的元音如此不同，他是习惯他们会一起吃午饭每一天，偶尔加入的其他人在他们班。乔纳斯将谈论他的 papá，会与他的儿子笑着告诉他的故事在花园的颜色和湖泊回家在塞维利亚。反过来，伊斯拉会告诉他关于她的妈妈和爸爸如何他爸爸忙，但同样的爱她、 关于如何有时啊乌兰巴托的爸爸走了他的母亲会留出空几分钟或几个小时，但没关系，妈妈挣扎着有时，周立伟，因为有时候她挣扎着专注的事情，太。乔纳斯会盯着别人，听她所说的一切，她总是这样做反过来。一天，乔纳斯惦记着学校。伊斯拉在吃午饭，是悲伤和孤独，但感觉更好，第二天，当他返回。乔纳斯咧着嘴笑，一张照片紧握，他戴着手套的手中。"我有一个姐姐 ！"他骄傲地宣布。"她的名字是艾米莉，我爱她。他在伊斯拉塞到这张照片。她有点皮它从她的脸和微笑。那里它，清楚地定义︰ 乔纳斯的妈妈躺在床上，汗流浃背但微笑，在她的怀里的小毯子。乔纳斯兄弟的 papá 站接近她，因为他可能没有身体在床上，双臂搂着乔纳斯的妈妈与其他之一持有乔纳斯。他们都面带笑容、 快乐和兴奋。伊斯拉笑着说。她从来没有为这个男孩高兴她叫她最好的朋友。* * * 两年后，伊斯拉的妈妈是怀孕。她很高兴能成为一个大姐姐;她一直视为乔纳斯，现在大哥。她一直到他家，他妈妈和 papá 与宝贝艾米莉，现在走路和咯咯地笑，因为她在房子周围蹒跚行走的人。伊斯拉爱的兄弟姐妹，一个小的家庭成员的想法。她无法想像自己在那个年龄，但是已经很兴奋去她妈妈已通知她大姐姐为他们孩子的兄弟姐妹做的所有事情。一天晚上，两个月之前伊斯拉的妈妈是由于有她的婴儿;伊斯拉是一声尖叫吵醒了。她纵身从床上很快，她呼吸恐慌和害怕，蹦跳着跑到她父母的房间。当她到达那里，她冻结在恐怖中。伊斯拉的父亲有她妈妈的一只手在其他的其它各地的电话，跟 113 运营商之一。伊斯拉的妈妈浑身是血，脸色苍白，毫无动静。（伊斯拉没有意识到，然后，不是现在在热的时刻，但年后，她会记住这个图像。它萦绕着她）。她过夜坐在塑料医院的椅子上，不知道什么。她爸爸是背后的大的门与她的母亲。坐在她旁边，试图跟她说话，一名护士，但伊斯拉不想说话。她是这一点害怕的感觉之前。她的心猛击她的胸部，并仍在她额头上的汗水光光泽。她不知道妈妈和爸爸在哪里，不知道是否他们不会再回来。（她学会了以后，他们从来没有完全回来了，不是真的，那天之后。）第二天她没有去上学。或后的一天。第三天，伊斯拉着她的爸爸和妈妈回到家里。她的妈妈和爸爸是哀伤的她可以清楚地告诉，虽然她不明白为什么。她进入她的房间与蓝色的墙壁和她的父亲已经画漂亮的云回家，回来。（她年轻时，她爸爸会去接她，指向云在她的墙上和她的天花板上的塑料在黑暗中发光星星，说"你应该总是伸手摘星，skatten min，但你应该错过群星，一定要紧紧抓住云一小撮。"）后来她听到她爸爸在电话里说的话像流产和大脑异常和他不可能挺过这种方式也许它是更好，他永远不会生来，他会避免短暂的生命充满了难以忍受的痛苦。它然后单击︰ 她不会要一个大姐姐。第二天她去学校了。乔纳斯笑了笑她。她找不到的努力报以微笑。"你在哪儿？"乔纳斯问，卷发乱蓬蓬的头发甩甩到他的头，当他转身看着她。她耸耸肩。"只是家"。他们使它正好 2 分钟入课当老师开始谈到家庭结构和伊斯绝对失去了的时候，房间里哭，老师甚至完成她的句子之前用完她是外的第二次以后，泪珠划她的脸和打嗝，她靠在墙上落下。第二个 l

結果 (中文) 3:

ISRA和乔纳斯在小学2年级的满足。他们分配到同一个班，和我æRER坐在他们旁边的对方。从一开始，他们很好的互补；乔纳斯擅长地理，而如果她七岁ISRA不能自我依靠它做不乔纳斯与挪威人斗争最多。虽然他出生在奥斯陆，但他在2岁时就移居到了美国，并于去年夏天搬回了挪威。ISRA不介意花时间帮助他拼写，或指出错误在元音发音，这是如此，从西班牙语元音他曾经如此不同他们每天一起吃午饭，偶尔在班上和其他人一起吃午饭.。乔纳斯会谈论他的爸爸á，谁与他的儿子笑着告诉他关于花园和湖泊，回到塞维利亚的家中色彩的故事。反过来，ISRA就会告诉他关于她的妈妈和爸爸，他爸爸很忙但爱她一样，懂得有时当爸爸走了，妈妈会空出几分钟或几小时一次，但它的好，她妈妈有聚焦有时挣扎，因为有时她努力的焦点的事情，太。乔纳斯会目不转睛地盯着她，听她说的每一句话，她总是这样做.。总有一天，乔纳斯想念学校。ISRA是悲伤和孤独的午餐，但感觉更好的第二天，他回来的时候。乔纳斯笑着，一张照片紧紧抓在他戴着手套的手。“我有一个妹妹！“他自豪地宣布。“她叫Emilie，我爱她。”他把照片在ISRA。她皮一点她脸上的微笑。这是明确的：乔纳斯的妈妈躺在床上，吃力而微笑，怀里抱着一个小毯子。乔纳斯的爸爸á站距离她他可能不在床上，一只胳膊在乔纳斯的妈妈和其他控股乔纳斯。他们都在微笑，快乐和激动。ISRA的笑。她从来没有这么高兴的男孩，她称她最好的朋友。* * *两年后，Isra的妈妈怀孕了。她很高兴成为一个大姐姐，她看到乔纳斯，现在作为一个大哥哥。她去过他家，他的妈妈和爸爸á和婴儿Emilie，现在正和她在家里傻笑。ISRA爱姐妹的主意，一个小型的家庭成员。她无法想象自己在那样的年纪，但已经是兴奋地做她的妈妈告诉她，大姐姐做自己的孩子，兄弟姐妹的事情。一天晚上，两个月前，ISRA的妈妈是由于她的婴儿；ISRA唤醒的是一声尖叫。她把自己从床上起来很快，她的呼吸吓慌了，跑去和她父母的房间。她到达那里时吓得僵住了。ISRA的爸爸已经在另一个她妈妈的手，周围其他的手机，随着113大运营商之一说话。ISRA的妈妈浑身是血，脸色苍白，一动不动。（ISRA不认识到这一点的话，现在不在那一刻，热但多年后，她会记住这个图像。它困扰着她。）她花了一个晚上坐在一个塑料医院的椅子上，不知道发生了什么事。她的爸爸和妈妈在大门口后面。有一位护士坐在她旁边，试图和她说话，但以色列不想说话。她从来没有感觉到这样的恐惧。她的心怦怦直跳，额头上还有淡淡的汗珠.。她不知道妈妈和爸爸在哪里，不知道他们是否会回来。（她后来才知道，从那天以后，他们就再也没有回来过。）她第二天不上学。或后一天。又过了一天，她的爸爸和妈妈ISRA返回家园。她的妈妈和爸爸很伤心，她可以很明确的告诉，虽然她不知道为什么。她回到家，带着蓝色的墙壁和她父亲画的漂亮的云彩回到她的房间.。（她年轻的时候，她爸爸会接她，点云在她的墙壁和塑料在黑暗中发光的星星对她说“你应该总是天花板和到达的星星，skatten min，但是如果你错过了星星，一定要紧紧地抓住一把云彩。“）后来，她听到她爸爸打电话，说的话像流产和脑部异常，他不下来这样也许更好，他就不会出生，他会避免短暂的生命充满痛苦。然后它点击：她不会是一个大姐姐。第二天她去上学。乔纳斯对她微笑。她找不到努力微笑回来。“你在哪里？乔纳斯问，他卷曲卷发的头发摆动到他的头，他转身看着她。她耸了耸肩。“就在家里。”他们把它整整2分钟的课的时候老师开始谈论家庭结构和算法完全失去它，跑出来房间哭过老师甚至完成她的句子她在一秒钟后，眼泪划过的H