The next morning I was still shaken about what German said. I just couldn't seem to shake his words out of my head.
I need you there with me.
"Mummy, we need to go, I'm going to be late!"
My daydreams were interrupted.
"Sorry sweetie, let's go now."
"I don't need to go anywhere, today was supposed to me our special day, did you forget?"
I looked down at her, my heart sinking when I saw the tears forming in her eyes. It must have slipped my mind with everything that was going on.
"Of course not sweetie, what do you want to do today?"
Her face lit up again and she had a sheepish grin on her face.
"Do you want to go to the park?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Do you want to play hide and seek?"
"No." She responded.
"Why don't you tell me?"
She thought for a minute before walking over to the piano.
"I want you to teach me to sing like you."
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I hit the last keys and allowed a smile to creep into my face. Her voice was beautiful, music to my ears. In that moment I forgot that I had vowed never to allow my daughter to sing, I forgot about German's wedding, about Michael, and just allowed myself to be content, to enjoy the time with my daughter.
"Mummy was I good?" Gabi asked me, looking up eagerly into my eyes.
"You sounded amazing sweetie, in fact, you remind me of someone I know, the person who wrote this song actually."
"Who did write it?"
"Someone I used to know, when I used to live in Buenos Aires."
I didn't want to say anymore. I didn't want her to find out anymore.
"What is the song about? I don't understand the words."
"Well, it's about love."
She continued to look at me, intently listening or more.
"And how if you love someone you should shout it out and tell them, because they might just feel the same way."
As I spoke I began to think about German.
What if he was telling the truth?
What if he was trying to tell me how he felt, but I just turned him down?
What if I felt the same way, but I was just afraid to shout it out?
"They're nice lyrics." Gabi said.
"They sure are."
That's when I changed my mind.
I had to go.
I had to take the chance that we both felt the same way, and to do that, I had to put my heart on the line again.