I saw my dad today after several years. He came to visit me with my cousins. You'd think that something like that would occupy my thoughts pretty completely. But, no, I was still thinking about you. I know you don't like what my dad did to my mom, but I wish you could have met him. You did say you wanted to meet him anyway, too. Then again, we were mostly speaking Spanish to each other, and I know how embarrassed you get when speaking Spanish. My family teased me a bit for my lack of slang knowledge, by the way. It would have been nice to have you there at that time, so I could be in the same boat as someone there. I did find out that my cousin doesn't like the word duro, which most Americans who've taken a Spanish class know means hard. She uses other words for hard that I don't remember right now. I guess it's like using the word mad instead of angry. Have you ever noticed that we do that? It's just a diction preference.
My dad asked about you. Well, I talk about you whenever he calls me, so of course he'd bring you up. He did know from the last time we phoned that I'd broken up with you. I explained to him how you aren't talking to me, and the legal threat. He told me to wait until you'd talk to me again... somehow, hearing it from him is so much more encouraging than hearing it from anyone else who's told me that. Some people are just much better at delivering advice than others, I guess. For example, he didn't tell me to get over you; he said that I'm young and that there is a person who I will love much more than anyone else. It's that subtlety and ambiguity that I liked, perhaps. I also find it interesting that he said that when I've never mentioned my desire for that to him. I hadn't thought about it lately, but I'm quite sure that I inherited being a dreamer from him.
Remember how you said that you'd like to visit Central America with me? I told you that you couldn't do it if you were so hesitant to speak Spanish, but you insisted. You just didn't want me to be countries away from me. I guess it won't be so hard to leave you in the US now. My dad says that he wouldn't want me to be there for more than a week, because it's dangerous. He says that my grandmother recovered from that illness I told you about. I told him that I'm planning to take some college courses online so that I can continue my studies while I visit.
Speaking of travel, you'll likely be in New York in a number of months. And that will be for much more than a week. Where's that girl who couldn't bear seeing me less than three days every week? Heheh. I guess that's still you, but you've gotten stronger. I'm so happy that you can stand on your own now. You may still need to get your legs more perfectly underneath you, but I'm glad that you're getting there. Keep going. I'll get up and be strong and honest like you, too.