I'M YOUR LITTLE GIRL

MARIANNE

As I walked out of the hospital, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had left something behind—something crucial. It was an odd sensation, like a tiny voice whispering in my ear, urging me to stop, but I couldn’t quite grasp why. Still, I kept moving forward, determined not to let the nagging feeling pull me back.

Once outside, I paused. The cool air greeted me as I looked right, then left. A wave of confusion washed over me—I was lost. I had been to Oslo a few times for business, but the streets felt like a maze. I knew some landmarks but had no idea which road led where. I stood there, frozen, weighing my options, before finally trusting my gut. I turned left and began walking, hoping it would lead me somewhere familiar.

It was exhausting. With every step, frustration built inside me. My legs grew heavy, and the unfamiliar streets stretched on endlessly. After what felt like hours, I started to question whether I was even moving in the right direction. But with no money