Sigrid, being the youngest of the children in her family, was by her own admission a spoiled brat. She once told me a story of going shopping with her mother in downtown Oslo when she was about seven or eight years old. Her mother bought her a chocolate candy bar as a treat. However, when it was unwrapped, the chocolate bar was found to be broken in two pieces. Sigrid cried and cried but wouldn’t eat it because it was broken, no matter how hard her mother tried to show her that the two parts put together made a whole bar. Her mother ended up giving in to her – buying another bar that was whole – just to stop her crying.
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