Papa Jo Monologue
Papa Jo was a great man. It’s been almost five years since he passed away, but he will forever live in my heart. A few days ago as I organized my room, I came across a photo album, and I started browsing through the old pages. Every photo had a memory behind it, birthday parties, vacations, Christmas, etc. There was one picture though, in the left corner of page number 5, that caught my attention immediately. It was Papa Jo, Eddy and me, at the old farm. The polaroid photograph spoke for itself. The deterioration of the corners, and the yellow tone it had acquired from all these years in that drawer was a symbol of all the times we spent together dying. Papa Jo looked happy, it must have been before the cancer attacked, because he rarely smiled
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Every Saturday, Papa Jo would pick me and Eddy up at 6:00am to go to the farm, we always asked why we had to get up so early and he would always say “If you are lucky enough to see the sunrise every day, do not take it for granted, you never know if it’s the last time”. Honestly we were so excited about going to the farm that soon enough we would forget how sleepy we were. As soon as we got there, Anna, his house keeper, had some apple pie ready to eat, with some lemonade. Later on, me and Eddy would go pick up some fresh fruits, usually strawberries, oranges and mangoes. Then we would ride horses, or if Eddy was too scared then we would go play in the river. (Although, if you ask him, he will say I was the one who would get scared). At lunch time, Anna would send us to wash our hands, and she always made the most delicious food ever, she used to be a chef in Spain, before she came here. After we ate everything, we would sit with Papa Jo and Max, our dog, on the doorway and he would tell us stories about his childhood. His father was a soldier, and he always had breathtaking stories. But this all ended when Papa Jo was diagnosed with cancer, he sure would pretend like it did not affect him, but you could see it in his eyes. Even being a little girl, I noticed the absence of happiness in everything he
Every Saturday, Papa Jo would pick me and Eddy up at 6:00am to go to the farm, we always asked why we had to get up so early and he would always say “If you are lucky enough to see the sunrise every day, do not take it for granted, you never know if it’s the last time”. Honestly we were so excited about going to the farm that soon enough we would forget how sleepy we were. As soon as we got there, Anna, his house keeper, had some apple pie ready to eat, with some lemonade. Later on, me and Eddy would go pick up some fresh fruits, usually strawberries, oranges and mangoes. Then we would ride horses, or if Eddy was too scared then we would go play in the river. (Although, if you ask him, he will say I was the one who would get scared). At lunch time, Anna would send us to wash our hands, and she always made the most delicious food ever, she used to be a chef in Spain, before she came here. After we ate everything, we would sit with Papa Jo and Max, our dog, on the doorway and he would tell us stories about his childhood. His father was a soldier, and he always had breathtaking stories. But this all ended when Papa Jo was diagnosed with cancer, he sure would pretend like it did not affect him, but you could see it in his eyes. Even being a little girl, I noticed the absence of happiness in everything he