Chapter 38 My papa
“Elara no running.” Papa yelled from his seat, I stared at him as I continued to run through the garden, with my little feet, I was on my ten years old, the garden was decorated the way I wanted and papa would always sit and watch me play.
“Elara.”
“I am fine papa, see.” I smiled when I stumbled upon a tree branch from behind and I fell to the ground, my heart skipped a beat as a kid, I found tears rushing out of my eyes, my mind hazed with thoughts and more tears filled my eyes.
“I told you not to run again Elara and who left this on the floor?.” Papa yelled, he carried me into his arms and he took us into the living room.
“Stop crying Elara. If you cry papa is going to cry, do you want your papa to cry”. He asked and I shake my head. "You know I never like it when my princess is in tears."
I would never ever want him to cry, I could ever want him to be hurt, he made sure I am fine, didn’t call a doctor because he knows I am terrified of doctor and he made sure that he took care of the little wound himself.
“Papa, what will you do when I am not here.” I asked and he turned to look at me. “You know when I get married, I head Valeria got married and she had to leave her papa.”
Valeria was our maid, she worked for us for years and she took must care of me, she told me she would be leaving to get married.
“You will stay with your papa when you get married, you will always be with your papa.” He said and I jumped, before he stopped me from jumping.
I had forgotten all about my wound.
It has always been me and him, even when my mom was there, yes I love her and I care for her, what papa and I shared, it was special and she was not always home, mama had a flower shop that she loved and always there for, papa got it for her because she got too bored, but she loved me, she cared for me.
May kids will would their father is their hero without even knowing the true meaning of hero, without even being able to tell the world, what he has done to make them their hero but my father, he is truly my hero
He always took care of me, when he said I am his princess; he didn’t joke about that, he meant every single word about it; o am his princess, he took good care of me, he protected me against everyone. Even when o got bullied for the first time in school.
It was the last time ever I got to see the kid that bullied Me, I didn’t ask questions, I didn’t doubt mu father’s ability.
When I turned sixteen, I got my first date.
“You know eh will not hurt me and it’s just a date, everyone has been on one except for me, come on papa, please I want to be enter part of it.”
“Everyone you say.” Papa asked and I rolled my eyes at him, he pointed to one of the guards and the gaurd headed toward papa.
“Did you ever go for a date as a kid?.” Papa asked.
“Never sir.”
“He is lying, he will say anything you want him to say.”
“Come on, don’t lie to me.”
“I never did.” The man said.
“Of course he didn’t, and I am sure he hates his parents for not allowing him to go on a date right, is that what you want papa, is that what you feel should happen, I should hate you, never speak to you again because you didn’t let me go on a date.”
“Do you want to go for you or because other have bee on it.”
“I want to go for me, you always said, how do you know you hate something without even giving it a try, come on papa.” I smiled at him as he rolled his eyes at me.
He agreed to let me go on a date, but there were a few things I had to do, one, I can’t wear make up, two we are having the date at papa’s restaurant and three, the guard will take and wait for me till I am done, four and the most important of all, there is no way I am letting him touch or come close to me.
Papa and his rules.
That might, what papa didn’t tell me was that, he stayed at the restaurant keeping an eye on me through the camer and like papa expected, my date turned out to be jerk who thought he could push me around.
His first mistake, touching me
His second, cursing out at me and being mean at me.
He is a sixteen year old kid and it’s obvious his mama didn’t do much to teach him manners and third, he did the worst of all, he thought he could force me to do what I didn’t what to do
I never saw that kid ever and I never questioned anything. I didn’t ask because I didn’t care.
My papa, my heart. He is always there for me, yes he is over protective but as I grew up as I realized why? I never had a life without him and I can’t think of a life without him
He made me happy, he made me feel fulfilled and a mere smile on his face is everything to me; he took care of me and always made sure I never cried but at the end, he left me with the ultimate befall.
He lied he will be here for ever but he was not, he lied like mama did, he lied he loved me enough to stay yet he didn’t.