Close to you
On the day that you were born the angels got together
And decided to create a dream come true
So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold and starlight in your eyes of blue
- (They long to be) Close to you - The Carpenters 🎶
November 15, 1973.
Since her separation from Ragnar, Frida can not see her children in the same way she would like. Her present life situation was very good, but unfortunately, not enough to support her children in the way she always imagined, along with her.
Now she was engaged to Benny. She could even admit that things were too fast, but the comfort he had given her during those last four years, no money could pay for the feeling that took his chest, love.
Her mind flew as she walked to the home she had lived in since she was 16, where she had her children and had the experience of being "married." His hands were cold, his body trembling as his arms were intertwined with Benny's, giving her the warmth she wanted so much in the midst of the sunny winter in the center of Stockholm, who looked at her a little worried. He knew that situation would be too much for his emotional hit and healed just a short time ago.
"My porcelain doll, you said nothing all the way since we started walking ... Are you sure you'll be able to handle Ragnar alone?" - Benny said, finally handing Frida to the moment he most feared, how would she react to that? Was she prepared? Damn ... It was her birthday, and she did not even remember it! He thought about it, as he let go of those words staring into Frida's opaque eyes, catching her trembling hands. The morning light hung over Benny's hair and blue eyes, which only left him looking more peaceful and calm.
"Ah, my teddy," said Frida, looking down at one of the steps of the stairs, taking a deep breath to hold the cry that was to come, her heart trembling, and that situation seemed to be one of the first times she would see her children the way you really want it, why fear? - I need ... You know I need it! It hurts me, I can not live with it without an end, an end. What do my children think? You think I left them? Frida said in her broken voice, wiping the mascara she'd erased and straightened. She knew she was strong enough for this, how much she did not.
Benny gave him a kiss on the forehead and returned to his red car that he had left a block earlier, since Frida would like to walk on her way, as it had been done before. He lit a cigarette and tried to calm his anxiety with agitated legs, thinking desperately about how he was going to get Frida to cheer himself up and get distracted at the surprise party that Bjorn and Agnetha had suggested for the moment.
Frida's fist approached the massive wooden door, with broken beats and her heart jumping through her mouth, she would finally see her little children
Frida, I really was not expecting you here on your birthday ... "Ragnar said, incredulous and dry looking Frida up and down, while a small figurine appeared between his legs, little Lotta.
"Mama, I can not believe it!" You came! And Benny, where is he? I want to see you! I've been missing you so much, I've been thinking about you all day. I picked these flowers for you, in the garden ... For your birthday. said Hans, running toward his mother, interrupting every other word Ragnar was about to say, giving him a huge kiss on the cheek and handing a bouquet of blue daisies timidly, flushing. "Come on, Lotta, you can deliver the picture you made for Mom!" said Hans, encouraging the little sister, who was still between her father's legs, timid.
- My children ... My little and dear children! By God, Hans, you're so big. And my little princess Lotta ... I can not speak. - said Frida hugging her children at the same time, giving countless kisses, an effect that made the children laugh a lot of happiness, since finally their mother was there, in the flesh.
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