"Oscar, I want to talk to you for a moment. Can we go to the backyard for a bit?" Brigitta asked her grandson in Swedish. The old woman then waved her hand.
Oscar closed the door to the guest room slowly so as not to wake Lisa while the woman was fast asleep. He looked at his grandmother with a surprised look. "What's wrong, Grandma?"
Without saying much, Brigitta grabbed Oscar's hand and led him to the backyard. That night, the temperature around Stockholm was very cold. It had been a long time since Oscar felt the cold air of the land of the night sun pierce his skin. He had been used to the hot sun in Indonesia for the past 5 years.
The man exhaled until it was steamy. Every now and then he rubbed his two frozen palms together. "Stockholm has been unpredictable lately, huh?" Oscar asked Brigitta pleasantly.