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A little home released in Denmark.  I'm not sure I need to say anymore other than thank you M.  Your honesty here is beautiful.  This little home was not captured as a photograph but I so love the thought of your Dad releasing it.

Thankyou for sharing.

xoxo

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I was 35, and I rang my father and told him I loved him.

I had not told him in fifteen years.

For fifteen years I had been unaware of the meaning I had attached to every single thought, action, interaction and feeling I had had - that I was not wanted.

I first experienced this when, as a 3 year old, I was hiding behind the front door of my grandparents' apartment. Mum was newly pregnant with my little sister, and dad was leaving us.

I was not wanted.

This feeling was supported every time I heard or felt something that made me feel uneasy.

When Dad joked 'it was lucky I was born the year before abortion was legalised in my country'.

When, after totally trusting my friend and her older sisters by using eyeshadow on my way to the school party, my Dad sternly declared that I was 'not going anywhere looking like THAT'.

When I saw the disappointment in my Mums eyes as I tearily shared my fear I might be pregnant at 17, the age she was when she fell pregnant with me.

I was not wanted.

I now believe that No-Thing in this world has a meaning, only the meaning I attach to it.

I rang my Dad and told him I love him. And he cried, and hugged Mum tight.

To me he is everything.

M.

My Dad released little home 272- NoThing at Sallingsund Færgekro, on the island of 'Mors' in Denmark.