Oscar looks inquiringly at his mother.
"And how many people do you know with the same hair colour as you? Because you should really introduce me to them so I don't make a fool of myself in front of people"
"Well, I don't know many, but it doesn't mean there isn't some. What does it matter?"
Oscar is not sure how to answer his mother's question because he is not sure why exactly it does matter. That girl, she was important. He just hasn’t worked out why yet. Oscar fumbles in his pocket, pulling out his phone and showing the photo to his mother. It is not very good and doesn’t give much of a view of her face, but the hair color is clear.
Astrid stares blankly at the beautiful white blonde hair that is done in a braid, her hand reaches up and touches her own hair, her other hand holds
