Just a short story. It happened a month with me and my dad. The rest tells. Quite fun to be with my dad. =] Dad to Daughter In my home was roomy and cold. My parents on the first floor, having their normal spanish conversations. As for me, I was bored. Once again. Both my sisters had something to do. The little one was in her room, occupied, and my big sister was at her work. Work is hard and challenging sometimes. I never understood it much, but one day will be my day. Where I'll have to work and earn money. Here I sat on the couch, watching what ever was on. Who knows what I'm watching. For me, there was no clue. Never was. I heard the screech of the chain in the kitchen, rubbing itself against the clear white square patterned floor. Yeap, it was dad. Ready to get in the car to go and pick up my older sister. The one I respect and maybe sometimes...sometimes, look up to. My life is on a different path. Sure I walk beside them, but out choices are not alike. We're not perfect like those dumb shows. We follow by our own rules that have been set in our house. That's all. " Mi amor!" My dad has a cheerful voice put on him. I looked over my shoulder and saw him marching up to me with his cute figure of his. The way he walked made me feel warm. Perhaps because he's my father? Or maybe because of the warmth of him. Every time I would hug him, he would feel all nice. With his kind of man smell he has. Smells quite nice. I gave a weak smile, having the Rogers control in my hand, just incase if I wanted to change the channel. " Hi mister." is all I would say. Which is now my common word. Mister. Now everyday, I don't call him "papi" or "daddy"- I call him " mister". Kind of harsh in a way, but that word comes out now. The members in my family expect me to say "mister" to a female or male. But it's mostly directed to a male. " Hehe, oi- do you want to go pick up "dumbo" up from her workplace?" He asked me. Making a goofy smile at me. Why was he always cheery? Probably because his daughters and wife...or maybe that's just me. He'll always smile, as if nothing ever happened. Yeap. I gotta love the man for being my dad. " Sure, but can you ask mami if sister and I can have poutine?" Need to ask this. I miss my poutine. Haven't had it in a very long time. They're good stuff. Looks nasty but good. That is unless...nevermind. " Hmm, I don't know but I'll ask her." he turned around and patted my shoulder. I waited and heard my dad on the other side of the house. Him talking to my mom about buying poutine. Never did I understand a word. Some of the words are puzzles in my head. But one day I will be able to speak and understand Spanish liked I used to when I was a very little. English. My second language. I then heard the footsteps of my sister, coming down the stairs. She must've heard me. Well...good enough I guess. My dad called out to me, telling me that my mom only had enough money for one. We needed to save the money for other things. Clothing, food, bills and stuff. Never understood that much. I don't have a thing for clothing. Shame on me. I'm already thirteen and I don't know how to dress myself. I have my big sister and parents pick out my clothing. I'm not into fashion. The things I'm into is videogames, few sports, friends and game systems...and my stories I write. Remember having a dream about me being famous. Yeah right, like that'll happen. Well...it could but it'll take some time. " Alright negrita, let's go." my dad said, slipping one foot into his shoes. I nodded and grabbed my jacket, putting it over. Then my shoes. " Let's go-ch" he swung the door open and leaped out, leaving me behind. Guess it's a race. ~Parking Lot~ I got in the car and quickly sat down in the passenger seat. My dad got in right after me. He sat down and closed the doors. My eyes were drawn on the engines, steering wheel and pedals. Wanted to drive badly. But I shall wait. " Noemy, I'm going to teach you how to drive one day. So-ch" he stopped and put the keys infront of my eyes. Yeah dad, I'm watching. He put the key into the engine. I put my seatbelt on. " First we put the keys in here, and then we lock it in." he pressed the key in, " After that, we turn in all the way to the right, until all the lights come up-but! You have to have you foot on this pedal." he pointed to where his foot was. The breaks. " Because, when you start it, the car will give a shake for a short timing so," he turned the keys and then the car started. He chuckled a bit and turned to me. " See? Nothing. The car was stopped so, we didn't make that thing." I nodded. " So now," my dad puts his hand on the bar thingy...still me memory isn't quite good with this car stuff. " Now, we put it in reverse, because we're exiting the parking space, but! We need to fix the mirror, so it's in the position you want it to be and so that you can see what's behind you." my dad fixed the mirrow and then put the car in reverse. He then put his right hand behind his seat and looked over his shoulder to see where he was going. What a good driver, I thought. " Make sure that you're looking, ok? Ok, now we put the car in this gear, drive." he moved the handle up. " And we turn the wheel to the left, now." he spinned his hands. " See, it's like moving your arms, not crossing it like ' oh my god, this is difficult! Blahhh!!!' no, you have to keep it in a good motion. Don't rush, the car isn't going anywhere." my dad turned the wheel, until it went straight. My dad let go of the wheel and gave me a suprised I-did-it look. I smiled and gave a small laugh. " You let the wheel go, ok? Let the wheel go back to where it was in the beginning." " Ok papi-" "Ah! But when you're driving don't have your back so hunched and looked like your a new kid driver! You would look like those drivers in the highway all like ' oh hello? Martha! Oh baby it's you! Oh nothing, I'm just driving' alright?" I laughed. His impersonations made me laugh. Make me laugh all the time. " Oh, and when you're driving with the wheel don't have your hands at the top. Have them right here- like...the normal way of havng your hands on the wheel." I don't get it. " See? There are two ways. One is 9-15 and the other one is 10-10." Hmm...makes a bit sense. " Ok, pretend that this clock. You know, those clock in schools? Yeah, anyways, 9-15 and 10-10. Your hand on the place where the ten would be and your right hand on the two o'clock. Because when you'r counting, it's actually ten. Five, ten, fifteen? Yeah, that thing." Makes more sense now. Thanks mister. " And same goes for 9-15. Your hand on the place where nine would be with your left hand and the right hand will be on the three, which is on the middle left. Say if you want 9-30. Your hand on nine and the right at the bottom middle. Which is six." " Ok mister." " And that concludes the lesson of me drivin'" my dad grinned and gave me a play smack on my left arm. Kind of painful. The rest of the ride was silent. Until we listened to the song " Womanizer" We were listening to the radio so ... " Who sings this?" "Britney Spears?" " Oh, that blonde naked one?" " Hahaha, not exactly." "Wwwwhhhhaaat?" My dad gave his confused faces while driving. " She's that one that people used to hate and still do, she came back with her womanizer song." " Oh! So she's not that lip singing one?" " No papi, that was Ashley Simpson." " Oh...hehe, just kidding!" Doubt that. ~Arrival at big sis workplace~ We both got out of the car and entered my sister's work place. She was at the cash counter, waiting there. The restaurant was dead. Store was about to close so, fair enough. My big sister perked up and smiled. " Hi daddy! Hey sisterina." " Do you have the poutine thing-y?" My sister nodded and handed him the brown folded bag. He took it from her hand and gave her five dollar bill. " There's two." "Huh? I ask for one though" "I know." "Then?" " I paid for the other poutine" " Good! Well then, we wait outside." " Come on " My dad walked off and I followed. Wonder where I'm going to eat. In the car or home...Depends if I'm that hungry. " That was fun." he said, outside the store. As we settled in the car he looked at me and smiled. " Now let's go to Tim's!" "Huh?" " Going to get me coffee." "Double sugar, double milk." we said together.
