Christine

Chapter 13; Daddy, Please Play

I wanted Michael Landon ( R.I.P) to be Christine's father because I am the biggest Michael Landon fan you could find! ❤️

Gustave's pov

I was looking down on my wife's grave. My dearest beloved Elizabeth. She died from a fever five years ago and she left me alone to take care of our beautiful daughter Christine who is looking more like Elizabeth than me everyday.

The wind was cold and hard, I could feel it trough my coat. I better get inside to play for Christine before her bed time.

When I got in she already had my violin case in her arms trying to hold it steady on her own. It was an adorable sight. "Play for me pappa!" She giggled.

I smiled and took of my coat and hat to sit in the cair beside the fireplace and Christine would sit infront of me on the floor. Holding her red scarf tight in her hands.

As I began to play I thought about my wife. Elizabeth and I meet in town, I was playing on my violin and she did'nt take her eyes of from me. She offered me money but I refused. I could never play for money, I only play for fun and it's also my little hobbie. 

A year past and we got married, another year past and we still were not blessed with a child, until the moment arrived. We wished to have more children but safely Elizabeth was'nt meant to have children. But I'm glad we at least have one child.

I looked over at Christine who sat there very quietly listening to the beautiful sounds. I started to memorise again. Elizabeth got a bad fever one night when Christine was three years old. She died far to soon but she died in her sleep, warm and cozy.

Since that day I left the house in Sweden. I couldn't raise my child without giving her a future, something to live for.

When we got to Paris I would play and she would sing, people thought we were strange at first but they never truly understood the power of music. Sometime later I was popular. People would follow me from town to town wondering who the man was and that girl he has with her, who never left his side.

After the song Christine smiled at me and gave me the book of stories. She loves those.

"Please daddy read". She asked. Of course I could'nt say no to sutch a beauty. "Of course darling, which one?"
Of course I knew which one but I want her to say it. "The Angel of music!" She smiled happily, praying that her angel would come. He will someday.

" little lotte thought of everything and nothing.  Her hair was brown and curley and her eyes were as blue as the sea.She loved her fidol took care of her doll and red shoes, but most of all she loved listening to the angel of music."

By the time I'd finnished, my girl were sound asleep. I carried her into her room and pulled the covers down, I put her down and pulled the covers up again. "Daddy, when is the angel of music going to sing for me?" She asked, her eyes closed. "Soon darling. When I'm in heaven child, I will send the angel of music to you, I promise.