Papa is Here

I see him.  I remember so much.  He comes through this door and I run to see him.  I give him the biggest hug.  He tells me look at me.  So healthy looking.  Dressed so well.  He said this is not the Larissa he remembers.  I tell him no Papa, now I'm good.  I am afraid to say I am still a whore.  I don't.  Not now.  So we get his suitcase and get a taxi.  He is telling me about his job and that it's not so good in Ontario right now.  The companies are closing down.  I think what if Papa has no job?  How can he pay the bills?  I think if his job is gone I can find more clients.  I can work harder and send him money.   We talk and the taxi goes to downtown where I live. 

Papa sees my apartment.  He says holy.  Look at this.  The good furniture.  The pretty rug.  It's clean.  No dust or dirty dishes here.  Not like before where I was a crack addict.  Then I didn't care about it. Now I do.  I am a neat nick.  Clean clean clean.  Who wants a mess lol.   Papa can put his stuff in the working bedroom.  I get this cabinent for his cloths.  A man that works with his hands folds his clothes in the drawer. Not in the closet like a girl does. 

I help Papa unpack and then I say he must be hungry.  He said we can get a pizza but I have a surprise.  It's a steakhouse.  If you go to Calgary you know it's got a good steak.  It's the tradition of this city.  Papa likes a steak and potato.  We go for this.  It's downtown and this place is pretty swank.  Its a busy place but we have a table.  He sits down and reads the menu and his face is surprised.  He sais to me, its so much money. I tell him it's ok because it's my treat.  I say you don't cash this cheque I send you so you can have a steak.  He sais to me, it's good to see I have changed so much.  I think back then. He is right.  So much has changed.  It's not me back then.  It's someone else.   We order.  I tell Papa to order a big drink.  It's the good stuff.  He likes whiskey in coke.  We have a salad then the steak.  His steak is very big and I can see he likes it.  It's nice to see him again.  It's nice to sit with him.  We just talk about things.  About our life.  He tells me about back home.  He said it's not so good now.  He said many come to Calgary for a job.  I ask him will his job go away and he sais to me no. He is a senior man.  So the juniors must go first and there are many below him.  I'm glad.

Dinner is a long time but doesn't feel long.  I can talk to Papa all night.  We walk to my aprtment.  He tells me outside he is proud of me. He said my life is cleaned up.  He said that he knows I still am a call girl.  He won't say whore.  I tell him soon I will leave just I save up to go to school.  He tells me I don't need to say sorry.  He sais it does not matter what I do.  It only matters I am happy and healthy.  He tells me I look so good.  He said his daughter is a beautiful young woman.  It's nice words to hear.  These aer words I cannot forget.  I tell Papa thank you.  I say that he saved me.  He puts his arm around me and sais no I saved myself.  He just gave me a push.  We go home.  I can tell this is a good week already.