The few photos she had of Sinny from when she was a child remembered her how equal was she to her daughter, at least in the personality. They both were pretty, enthusiastic, sweet and, over it all, rebel. Sinny had showed it when she decided to have her child, and Frida was showing it now.
She passed the pages, and saw the photographs of her young 19 years old daughter. She wasn’t surprised when Sinny told her a young German soldier had fall in love with her: she was really pretty, just as Anni-Frid. And, apart from beauty, she had all the qualities a man could have imagined: she was sweet, funny, and patient. She had always been her little girl, and will always be.
She knew music was her granddaughter’s life, and she also knew that, before or after, she will meet a man and fall in love.
And that was exactly what made Agny getting worried.
Anni-Frid was as lovely as Sinny, but the rebelliousness was also equal in both. And so, she was sure that, if she really fell in love, she would give everything.
And Agny didn’t want the story to be repeated again.
And that was the ‘cause for her refusing of Anni-Frid’s dream. She once had let her daughter keep her dream, having a little baby, and it all had ended awfully.
There were a few photographs of Sinny pregnant, and the ones there were, were made at home. She didn’t go out of the farm during almost all her pregnancy. They didn’t mind the rumours, but, when she was in an advanced state of the pregnancy (7 or 8 months, if she remembered well) they started receiving threats. The doctor, the only one that didn’t criticize them, told her that she couldn’t do any long travel, so they chose to wait to the born and then go away from Norway. They had heard that there had been an operation, “Lebensborn” it was called, and that Sinny’s pregnancy had been part of it. And the destiny of the “lebensborn” child was horrible.
At first, only Agny and the little baby moved to Sweden. Sinny was weak after the hard birth, and she will move with them later.
She did, at the start of 1946, and, while Agny worked, kept the baby. She looked happy playing with Anni-Frid at that time, but Agny knew that it was only with her baby that happened.
She had written several letters to Anni-Frid’s father, Alfred, but none of them had been answered.
She had written to the Norwegian embassy in Germany, but they had said they couldn’t help her.
But she stood waiting a call, a letter, anything that could tell her that nothing had been part of a plan, that their love had been true.
Before she got sick, she talked Anni-Frid a lot about her father. When she couldn’t sleep, Sinny sang to her an old German song Alfred had taught her. She cried, remembering Sinny’s voice. She was sure Anni-Frid had inherited her talent from her.
Some of her last words had been for him, and she was sure that, wherever she was, she was still in love with him.
She closed the album.
She lied down on the bed, and took a pillow.
She didn’t want Anni-Frid to hear her cry.
Dalià♥
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