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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