Monday, September 13, 2010

A future for me

I am there a bit now.  Nana sais to me good work.  She tells me we can have dinner.  I think ok.  She takes me out.  I can't read it.  She orders.  She asks me.  Do I like this job.  I tell her yes.  She tells me I work hard.  Extra.  I am on time.  She sais the others like me.  She has a question.  She can train me.  For a real job.  An important job.  I can pick.  But  I must stay 2 years at least.  I will get the same room.  A small pay check.  But she will help me.  She has some ideas.  She gives me papers.  Sais to me think about it.  Take my time.  I see the one.  It's to cook.  Then to be a chef.  It will take a long time.

I think about it.  I mail Marky and Papa.  It's my choices.  Mark sais do what I want.  I take some days and then I tell Nana I am ready.  I will be a chef. . I tell Mark.  He is on the phone.  He laughs.  He laughs hard.  He sais do I remember.  I make the smoke beeper go off?  He must open the door.  And with a cardboard make a big fan.  I try to cook him breakfast.  I tell him you wait and see lol.  I am on Food TV.  I laugh.  He sais to me.  The show is called the food whore lol.  He tells me you see.  You can do it. I tell him. Bad news.  I can't come back.  Not now or ever.   He knows it.  He said life is tough.  But am I happy?  I tell him yes.  He sais that's all then. 

Nana takes me out.  We have some drinks.  I tell her I can be a chef.  She smiles.  She sais you can eat so much.  It's a good job.  Since I am little.  I eat.  It makes me feel better.  If I am sad or angry I eat.  I don't get fat though.  Mark sais it's a fast metabsolsm.  He said I'm lucky.  Or I am 300 pounds.  My tummy is almost flat.  I remember.  We are in Edmonton.  He buys me cupcakes.  It's 12 of them.  I eat them all that day.  I feel sick but I don't stop. 

Nana is happy.  She tells me I will train.  Work with this man. I will like him.  Nana and I talk.  I tell her about my life.  I tell her how I get so angry.  I want to kill someone.  She knows.  She sais its my Mom.  She neglects me.  She sais how I am ain't my fault.  It's Moms.  I wish to find someone.  Someone that pays attention.  A whore gets attention.  It's how I get attention.  It's what she thinks.  I don't have no man in my life.  She sais.  At easter she sees me.  I'm different inside.  I am happy.  We talk.  It's about my life.  She tells me her life wasn't good.  She did some things.  She won't say.  she tells me.  Don't say it ever to her husband.  Sometimes a woman must do things.  I know.  She won't say it.  But maybe she is a whore too.  She tells me I'm a smart girl.  I've lived a tough life.  She sais I kicked and screamed at it.  I fought and I won.  She will also get me to learn Greek.  A tutor.  I think oh.  This is tough.  Maybe I can learn good english first lol. 

My sky is blue now.  

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