What's the thing you most regret NOT saying?
I regret not telling Papa that I love him and that I'd never stop loving him the first time I came to Berlin. We were at odds with each other. And Mama died knowing that. I wish she would know we made up.
Mama did understand me. She knew I had to go my own way. And that, for some reason, my way was music. She even got me tickets for my first Giora Feidman concert. She said we would go there together and have a good day. She never made it to the concert. She would have liked it.
The last day I saw her, she told me something about when she was a child. She said, she thought that all people could sing when they grow up. She thought that one day, she would open her mouth and the most beautiful sounds would come out. Such sounds that made all the faces around look in awe. So she used to stand infront of a mirror, held her brush like a microphone and moved her mouth like she was singing. Mama did understand me.
Papa didn't. And we fought about my music often. Papa and I.
When we all said goodbye on the day I first came to Berlin, I could see Papa was angry about me and my music. And Mama, she was sad. She tried to be cheerful, but I could see in her eyes that she was sad. Not so much sad about me leaving. She knew I would come back. But sad about Papa and me fighting. I wish I had said something to her or to Papa, that I didn't want to fight with him. That I would always be his daughter, that I would always love him. That he would never loose me. I wish Mama could see how we are now. Papa tries to understand my music and I'm trying to make him understand. To make everybody understand. Everyone who can not hear the music for one reason or another.
Muse: Lara Bischoff
Fandom: Jenseits der Stille (Misc Movies)
Words: 338
Mama did understand me. She knew I had to go my own way. And that, for some reason, my way was music. She even got me tickets for my first Giora Feidman concert. She said we would go there together and have a good day. She never made it to the concert. She would have liked it.
The last day I saw her, she told me something about when she was a child. She said, she thought that all people could sing when they grow up. She thought that one day, she would open her mouth and the most beautiful sounds would come out. Such sounds that made all the faces around look in awe. So she used to stand infront of a mirror, held her brush like a microphone and moved her mouth like she was singing. Mama did understand me.
Papa didn't. And we fought about my music often. Papa and I.
When we all said goodbye on the day I first came to Berlin, I could see Papa was angry about me and my music. And Mama, she was sad. She tried to be cheerful, but I could see in her eyes that she was sad. Not so much sad about me leaving. She knew I would come back. But sad about Papa and me fighting. I wish I had said something to her or to Papa, that I didn't want to fight with him. That I would always be his daughter, that I would always love him. That he would never loose me. I wish Mama could see how we are now. Papa tries to understand my music and I'm trying to make him understand. To make everybody understand. Everyone who can not hear the music for one reason or another.
Muse: Lara Bischoff
Fandom: Jenseits der Stille (Misc Movies)
Words: 338