Papa Hemingway.

it's been a long time since we last talked. Those days were as challenging for me as they were for you?   Teenage logic can be easily dismissed on the bases of hierarchy. I saw myself in you. Shouldn't have been the other way around? shouldn't you have learned from your mistakes enough to see mine coming?  When did you chose sleep over mental sharpness? it must have been when you were sleep deprived and the nights were profitable.  We used to laugh you and I. We used to discuss poets and philosophers. Your sense of humor was always comforting when things didn't go my way.  I can count on you to make a joke at the wrong time. Making it that much more funny.

We have changed many times over, you and I.  The path of a father-daughter is one that goes through many changes, if we are lucky. There were things that where shattered and there is not enough glue to  paste it back.  Maybe we can make something new?   We can meet  again and I can show you all my scars and the places where I've grown.  After all, even though we've changed, we remained old friends. No one can shatter that bond.

In Cuba, Hemingway spent his time on multiple bars, Hotels, shores,  strong liquor and whores. Everyone has their way of delving deeper or unraveling at their preference.   We each had ours. I look forward to our next discussion, our next laugh, and your hugs.