I hate airports they are always crowded and busy. There are always people in a rush to get where they needed to go they never wanted to just sit and take in all life had to offer them. Mom was one of those people always in a rush. When she dropped me off this morning at San Francisco International she kissed me got my luggage out and rushed off to work. No good bye kiss, not have a safe trip just a rush. I mean I’m her only child and she didn’t even have time to say good bye. I think she didn’t take as much interest in me because I reminded her of dad, Dad was a free spirit he would Rome the world if you let him but he also understood how import it was to make sure I was taken care of. I think that’s the only reason he set down roots in the first place. So he could be a good father to me. The thing is it’s kind of hard to be a dad if you’re never around. That wasn’t his choice I know but still it would be nice if he actually tried a little harder. The one thing I had to give dad was as soon as I landed in JFK he was always waiting with a bouquet of flowers and a big grin on his face. He was always happy to see me even if it was only for a few short months.
As I stood there in the airport the only thing that made me happy was in a few seconds I would see dad. He would be happy I was around even if it was just for a small moment of his forever like he always told me.
“Luz!!” Dad yelled when he saw me
“Papi” I Screamed and ran to him
“Ahh my beautiful girl how was your flight?”
“Ahh it was a big hunk of metal in the air scaring the crap out of me. You can guess how it was.” I grinned
“You’ll have to stop being afraid of the air sooner or later.” He smiled at me
“I’ll try Papi.”
“Come on we have a whole summer of adventures to live.”
“Alright.” I smile
I think that’s what so different about my parents. My mom is more of a no nonsense let’s get this done person. Papi sees the world as a place to explore and have adventures. Papi had always wanted to live he refuses to let his spirit die even if he is getting older. He lives like he’s still in his twenties. He’s makes me believe that there are things left in this world to fight for.
“Luz, were going to go have dinner at your abuela's alright. She wanted to see you since you climb on the plane to go back to San Francisco last summer.” He grins
“Grandma needs to pay attention to her other grand kids. I’m not the only one you know.”
“You’re the only one actually likes to visit her.”
“Don’t lie Papi she just plays favorites.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about come on let’s get moving. Did you call your mother and tell her you landed.”
“No she can sweat it out.”
“Ahh no you call her.” He gives me the mean Papi look
“Fine I’ll call when we get to the club.”
“Alright I’m Happy you’re here baby girl.”
“I know me too.”
We climb into the car and get ready to go to the club. Honestly I think Papi is the only person in New York City who owns a car. It just doesn’t make sense to have one especially when you can ride the subway like a normal person. The subway is my favorite part of New York. I mean San Francisco has Bart but it’s not the same.
“Luz, where’s your head at?” Papi says out of no where
“Papi, why in the world do you drive when you can use the subway or a cab, you make being a New Yorker look wrong.” I grin at him
“I drive because it brings me peace in a world that is in a rush to go nowhere.”
“I guess, Are we almost there. I want to go to sleep.”
“Ahh you are just like your mother always in a rush with nowhere to go.”
“You used to love her so that must not have been a big deal back then.” I smile
“I never stop loving her rush to live. I just grew weary of it.” He said looking as if he was in a faraway place.
