Alla mina bästa år♥A fairytale life|Adjö

-It’s the time.


Frida hugged her grandmother. School had already finished, and they were going to take the train to Stockholm to start the tour.

-Be careful with the people you talk too-said Agny, trying to deny her tears- And don’t eat anything strange, if it’s necessary…

-Ok, ok, you’ve told me that thousands of times, mamma. I’ll call you when we’re in Stockholm.

-Ok, my darling, ok.

She smiled, and hugged her again.

-I remember…-said Agny- I remember when we first came to Sweden. Your mother was sick after the birth, so she stayed there, in Ballagen, for a while. You were only a couple of days old, but the farewell from you was extremely hard for her. You couldn’t even see her blue eyes, as full of tears they were. I told her it wasn’t that dramatic, she would see you in a while. But, my darling, now… I understand perfectly your mother. Never, even when my children went away, I felt the same sensation. I knew they were going to be safe. I mean, I’m not saying you’re not safe, you are strong and you know how to manage with yourself. But, Anni-Frid, you’re only 15, and…

-I know, mamma. But we’ve talked a lot about this, and I think everything is going to be OK. I must go. Goodbye.-she kissed her cheek-I love you, mamma.

They smiled, and Frida ran to the car.

She sat on the front, with John.

She looked to her grandmother, and waved goodbye.

She saw her blue eyes, those eyes that had seen her daughter and her husband die, plenty of tears. She thought about their life: Agny hadn’t been what you call a “devote mother” with her, but she didn’t blame on her. She had passed the last 15 years working, sewing for they and doing everything at home. While other grandmothers only kept their grandchildren once or twice a week, she had to be a mother again.

She had taught Frida to sing and to love music, and that she would never thank her enough.

She was there because of her, and now she was going away, leaving her alone after all…

-Stop! Stop the car now!

John brake, and looked at Frida:

-What, what happens?

-I go back.

-What?-he exclaimed-OK, please repeat. What is that you go back?

-That I go back, I go home!-she said, opening the door of the car-I can’t leave now, this is not the moment. Marie can sing the vocals.

-What? Me, the vocals? But, Frida…

-You can do it, Marie. I’m sure you can do it.

She smiled, and kissed her friend’s cheek.

-Have luck in Stockholm!

-Frida! You can’t do this now!-John shouted from the car.

-Yes I can, because I’m doing! Sorry, John, sorry you all. You’ll be better without me, I’m sure.

She waved goodbye again, and ran back to Eskisltuna.



-Mamma! Mamma!

Agny turned around, and, surprised, hugged Frida.

-But, my love, what are you doing here? You should be in the car with your friends, on way to Stockholm.

-No, mamma. You were right. Not the time, not the place. I’ll find other friends, and I’ll sing in another band. But here, in Eskisltuna.

Agny smiled, and kissed her granddaughter.

-Come home, darling, come home… Come home.



 
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