Chapter II

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Copenhagen,Denmark,1922
A beautiful girl, she is. To lie, she is good. She never spoke about the pain she is feeling everyday; she doesn't have parents. Her dad died when she had 11 years old and her mother... well, it's complicate.

When she had 16, she tried to find her. The only way to find her was to speak. But, she was hating speak in front of people. That's why she asked to Amanda to help her. The last time she saw her mother, she was sick and she was at the hospital. She hoped a call but no,never.
Her mother,Ana Fonsmarck, is a tall woman who was dancer. One day she fell sick and her carreer stopped.
Now she's spending her time at the hospital.
Ulla wanted to meet her again,after more than 3 years of suffering.
When she met her again, she bursted in tears. Tubes.Everywhere. The daughter took the hand of this woman in the bed, ( She wasn't sure because her mom had a lot of tubes ) took a deep breath and sat down.
-Hi mom. said her.
- Lana ?
-No, your girl, Ulla. The dancer !
-No, you did a mistake sorry I haven't a girl who's called Ulla. Sorry little girl ! By the way, you're pretty !
-NO! Impossible my name is Ulla and YOU ARE my mum ! Don't you remember ? along time ago ? Before I went to the Royal Ballet School !? I am Ulla !! Ulla Paulson !
-No, sorry girl I don't remember of you you're not my girl ! But thanks anyways I love to have visit ! Let's dance !!
-But ... Ulla was going to cry but didnt wanted to show it. She left. Slowly.But she left.

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