Frida was in the bed and rolling around tossing and turning.
I climbed up.
She wrapped her arms around me.
This is all I wanted.
I used to come over every night when you were eight years old just to cuddle.
I remember.
I really love you.
Like a daughter.
Of course I do.
Mom I'm sorry for the way I treated you.
Mom?
Well you are going to be soon.
Do you even call Agnetha mom?
No I call her Agnetha.
You can continue to call me Frida.
In front of Agnetha? I laughed.
Frida started tickling me.
Agnetha came in and tackled me into a hug.
I love you so much Lindsay.
I know I love you too mommy.
Mom?🥺
Yes.
Unless you prefer Agnetha.
Call me whatever you want.
Okay mommy.
Uh my heart.
I love you to the moon and back.
Love you.
Come here let's try to fit you in the bed.
