" There are two more steps left" I lie to myself. But I need to drag myself up, way up
the patients are waiting in the stairs staring at me...
One of them asks me if I have an appointment and I reply :" No, no I am...."
And I don't say anything, "Two more steps to go" I lie to myself and look at the stairs
It's dark here, not so clean, how do they say it in Spanish? "Rompio?" is it clean or dirty?
Why the heck the steps don't end, I used to go up in no time. It was the most pleasant part. Passing the lab and the smell of the alcohol and the patients waiting. Going to dad's office, or is it called an office?
Maybe Dad's practice.
It was dark, but it was never scary. I liked the staircases. I used to go there since I was a little kid. Things used to change a little when I was a little kid
I never quiet figured out why I was the only one being asked to go to office and help?
I was very young, I had to check on appointments, I had to check on copayments. I had to...
My older sister never had to do that, my younger sibling were never old enough. I was the only one who was always being asked to go and help
I am checking the waiting room, always somebody waiting
Everybody is waiting for him to arrive. The doctor is in somebody says and dad rushes into his room.
This office is the safest place in the world, dad is the king here and I am the princess. It overlooks the down town the whole city is walking beneath you.
I used to go there a lot as a little girl. After school, after my classes. To get a ride from dad,the location was convenient close to everywhere. It was the center of universe.
It took me a long time but today I finally sat down in front of my own pharmacy and looked at it. I am no longer dady's little girl trying to walk up the stairs, to reach my dad.
Now I am a woman who is his colleague
I do not need to go anywhere and ask anybody to protect me.
I have finally found myself. Somehow in the same world..
I no longer have to go up those stairs
That place is long gone anyways.
I do not have to wait for anyone
Now people wait for me.
I am even with dad, I have out grew him...
I have arrived..
the patients are waiting in the stairs staring at me...
One of them asks me if I have an appointment and I reply :" No, no I am...."
And I don't say anything, "Two more steps to go" I lie to myself and look at the stairs
It's dark here, not so clean, how do they say it in Spanish? "Rompio?" is it clean or dirty?
Why the heck the steps don't end, I used to go up in no time. It was the most pleasant part. Passing the lab and the smell of the alcohol and the patients waiting. Going to dad's office, or is it called an office?
Maybe Dad's practice.
It was dark, but it was never scary. I liked the staircases. I used to go there since I was a little kid. Things used to change a little when I was a little kid
I never quiet figured out why I was the only one being asked to go to office and help?
I was very young, I had to check on appointments, I had to check on copayments. I had to...
My older sister never had to do that, my younger sibling were never old enough. I was the only one who was always being asked to go and help
I am checking the waiting room, always somebody waiting
Everybody is waiting for him to arrive. The doctor is in somebody says and dad rushes into his room.
This office is the safest place in the world, dad is the king here and I am the princess. It overlooks the down town the whole city is walking beneath you.
I used to go there a lot as a little girl. After school, after my classes. To get a ride from dad,the location was convenient close to everywhere. It was the center of universe.
It took me a long time but today I finally sat down in front of my own pharmacy and looked at it. I am no longer dady's little girl trying to walk up the stairs, to reach my dad.
Now I am a woman who is his colleague
I do not need to go anywhere and ask anybody to protect me.
I have finally found myself. Somehow in the same world..
I no longer have to go up those stairs
That place is long gone anyways.
I do not have to wait for anyone
Now people wait for me.
I am even with dad, I have out grew him...
I have arrived..
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