Alla mina bästa år♥A fairytale life|You don't understand me

-Anni-Frid? Anni-Frid, my darling, are you there?


Agny entered in the bedroom. Jazz posters were post in every wall, and there were two shelves full of LPs. The truth was that they were not at their best in economical facts, but Frida earned some money, and she had let her spend it in her bigger passion: music.

-Not for you.- Frida answered, with a rough voice. She couldn’t deny she had been crying.

-Honey, please… You must understand me, I want the best for you…

-So, why don’t you let me go on tour with the band?

-Because that’s not the best, Anni-Frid. You said you’re not going to do what your mother did. But you didn’t meet her, and you don’t know what she did or said. But I do. When she learned she was pregnant, she was so happy. She told me she was going to write to your father, and that he will leave his wife. But did he? Oh, no, my darling. I told her, because I know how most of men are. But she didn’t listen to me, and look what happened. The doctors said she was ill, but it was me the only one who knew the real cause of her dead. She dead because of disillusion, of the disillusion your father left on her.

Agny rinsed her tears, and hug Frida.

-But mamma, I’m not in love with any man. I’m just in love with music, and I know music is in love with me. I know my mother did bad falling in love with him, but it’s not my fault. And if I fail, I will try again. But you must know that, one day, I will be successful. And you’ll be there to see me.

-I’m sure of that, my love. But not today, and not tomorrow. When you’re older, and have studied, you can go with your band and have fun , and all that you want…

-Oh, mamma, you don’t listen to me! I don’t want to go to University, I just want to sing! And not for having fun only. I want to earn money singing, and I know I can.

-It’s you the one that doesn’t listen! You know that…

-No, mamma.-said Frida-I know nothing, except one thing. You don’t understand me. And now, please go. I want to be alone.

Agny got up from the bed, and went out of the room.

“Stop crying, Agny.”, she said to herself, “She will think about it, then she’ll come to you, and she’ll apologize. This is not like Sinny’s, she’s not pregnant. This can be repaired without any pain.”

She walked to her room and took the photo album from her wardrobe.

She opened it, and remembered the old times.



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