55 - Enjoing Time With The.. Past Ones
As Professor Knudlac said, Elizabeth had the right to spend her time as she pleased that afternoon.
She was in her bedroom so welcoming in the Ice Temple. The boys were upstairs, in their rooms, having to read the notes about the magic contest they were to participate in, so she had nothing else to do but ... meet her beloved parents again.
So after she decided to disappear completely from her room, on the table in her bedroom, the diary was open on a blank page ... which got covered with letter ...
"Hi, Dad," she hugged her father with deep love.
The same simple but beautifully arranged room, with the tidy desk, with the bookcase full of books, with upholstered table and chairs ...
Her father waited for her, standing.
"Hello, my dear," he said and kissed her on the forehead. He lifted her in his arms and hugged her tight, responding with the same love, then he put her down.
"You can't imagine how I miss you all the time, Dad. I always want you by my side."
"I'd like to be with you all the time too, my dear."
The girl started to smile again.
"But even so, even if it's just magic, everything is wonderful. And it's good to see you ... to see you both."
The father smiled, just as any dad would smile if his daughter told him how much she loved him and how much she missed him when he wasn't around.
"What are we doing together today?"
"What you want, my dear," her father replied. "Today we'll have someone else next to us too."
A woman showed up, an adult version of Elizabeth. "Her eyes are like my eyes ...the hair, the same ... as well as the smile. In fact I have her eyes, her hair ... ", Elizabeth thought. As for the smile, it faded away from Elizabeth's lips. She cried so loud that one would say she'd never been sadder before.
"Did anything happen? Don't you feel good, my dear?" the woman asked as she approached the girl.
"No, mom," Elizabeth took her in her arms. Because yes, she was her mother ... and she could feel her and touch her hugging her tight.
Elizabeth stopped crying. She was overjoyed that her mother was there. That she could take her in her arms, that she had the opportunity to feel her silky palm and her hair so fine and balmy touching her cheeks, that she could feel her mother's breath as she hugged her in her arms ...The girl hugged her mother and didn't want to let her go. She cried in her arms and her mother cried too, both smiling at the same time.
"I'm so lucky I can see you, feel you and hold you in my arms. I'm glad I can see and hear you. Many children aren't so lucky ..."
"When I created this magic I thought it would be terrible without this chance. The joy of hugging you," her mother said with tears in her eyes. Even though my heart broke to pieces then, I didn't manage to put in the spell even half of the suffering of the moment when I knew I wouldn't see you, my daughter ..."
The girl looked at her mother with sadness in her eyes.
"But let's be glad we're together, as we are," the girl said, with a soft smile.
"That's my girl. Strong ..." the father smiled. "How do you want to spend this day?"
The girl thought a little and then she showed a sly smile on her face.
"I'd like to learn to ride a bicycle. If you have nothing against ..."
"Of course not, my dear," her parents answered in a voice.
The girl paused for a few moments and then continued:
"And I'd like to fly in the zeppelin. To see what it's like to float in the air like birds."
The parents both smiled and in a warm and loving voice they both answered:
"Everything you want, dear."
The father used his magic wand again. And all three appeared in a park where there were a lot of people. Elizabeth wondered if those people could see her parents, and as she could see a little boy riding his scooter bypass her father, she got that her mother's magic was indeed one of the strongest.
Near a small bench, a bicycle painted in red and white, waited for their daughter.
The mother sat on a nearby bench, while the father took the bicycle and placed it on the track that was intended for those who rode bicycles, scooters or other means of transport.
One hand held the handlebar and the other hand held the saddle.
"Ride it, my dear."
"I'm a little scared ."
"You don't have to be scared as long as you're with me," her father replied, so gently that she forgot about fear.
So she got on the bike saddle now.
"Now hold your hands close to the outer edge of the handlebar and start pedalling."
The father held the handlebar with one hand, and the two began to move slowly at first, then a little faster, the girl pedalling the bike and the father walking beside her.
"I'm letting go the handlebar now."
"No!" the girl smiled, scared."
"Keep calm. Keep your hands on the handlebar at its end and keep pedalling. I'll continue to hold the saddle."
The Edwards family's child continued pedalling. At one point she didn't even feel that her father let her go alone and he moved away from her, yet he followed her very carefully.
The girl went a little further, and decided to take the turn to go back. Eventually, she succeeded. When she looked at her mother and saw her father was there, she was a little sad.
"Dad, why did you leave me alone?" asked the girl, struggling to stop her bicycle.
The father smiled and approached her, kissing her forehead.
"My dear, did you see you did great?"
"But I was scared when I saw I was alone. And you are no longer with me."
"I wanted you to see that you do very well without me or your mother. Because there will come a day when we can no longer be near you."
Elizabeth also smiled softly.
"Dad, I know you'll always be with me. I just have this diary."
"Yes, my dear ... we are and will always be. Beside you ... with you and in you, in your heart. But I want you to understand as well that we can't be with you all the time. We can't help you every time you need it. And then you'll have to do it yourself."
"Yes, I know that."
The girl smiled and got off the bike.
"What do you say, shall we go on a zeppelin trip?" her father asked.
"Of course," mother and daughter answered in a voice.
Another magic of the father led the three of them to a means of transport that used warm air to move and flew over the Thames, offering fairy tale images. A delightful view could be seen on the windows of that flying restaurant, which was so beautifully decorated, with carved tables and ornaments everywhere.
There was even a band that played warm and soothing music, and a wonderful voice accompanied that instrumental band consisting of piano, contrabass, violin and saxophone.
"It's great, Dad," the girl said, hugging her mother. "It's superb."
Everything became even more beautiful when the father approached them and took his daughter in his arms. All three hugged and admired that wonderful outside view.
The daughter had tears in her eyes ...tears of joy.
"Is anything wrong, my dear?" her mother asked.
"I'm happy," said the girl wiping her tears. "I'm very happy and I never thought I'd be so happy, considering you ... you weren't any longer with me."
"But we are, my dear," the father said, touching the girl's chest in the heart area. We are and will be here forever, both in your heart and in your mind…"
The father wiped away the tears on her face and his daughter started to smile. All three still admired the magnificent landscapes on the banks of the Thames, the imposing and proud buildings of London and the brilliance of the winding river. They hugged excited about what they saw being together as any family should be, at least from time to time.