Friday, September 10, 2010

Home

Papa comes.  It's the airport.  He comes to get me.  It's Ontario now.  Not see it a long time.  Looks the same.  The suitcase comes.  I will get mine.  Mark comes too.  He will see his mom and dad.  She is sick.  It's not very good.  Papa comes.  I tell him.  This is Marky.  They shake hands.  They talk for a bit.  Papa asks what city.  Mark tells him.  It's not far.  It's funny.  We grow up close.  It's a small world.  I know this song.  As a little girl it's on the tv.  It reminds me of balloons.   Papa asks Mark.  He needs a ride?  He sais no.  His parents come.  I must go.  I am now shy.  I must kiss him.  In front of Papa lol.  I stand there.  Papa laughs.  Puts hands over eyes.  I can only kiss him fast.  Then we will go.  Mark will wait.   It's April.  It's so hot.  Not like Calgary.  I like it.  Mark hates it.  

Papa will drive.  It's the country.  I forget how pretty it is.  The house has bricks.  The house is stone.  The trees grow big.  I am nervous.  For I will see Mom.  It's now 11 years.  Papa tells me.  Others are here.  I will meet them too.  My Nana is here.  Her husband too.  They are rich.  They live in Greece.  It's where I come from.  We get to near home.  I choke my lungs.  It's hard to breath.   We go to the house.  I don't see it for a while.  The tree is bigger.  We park.  Take the suitcase.  I go inside. 

11 years.  It's my mom.  Her hair is blonde now.  She is older.  Her face has creases.  She looks tired.  I think she looks like a whore.  She smokes.  She just sais hello Larissa.  I say hello back.  It's quiet.  She asks.  Can she get a hug.  I say yes.  She will show me.  My room.  Same room as a little girl.  The butterfly is on the wall.  The old wooden stuff.  Nothing is different.  Stopped in time.  I am 12 now.  I can see the back yard.  Same look.  Hedge is bigger.  It's ghosts around me.  I wonder, why the same room?  No changes since I am a little girl.

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