Playa And Paper

I like business – to do something for people – they need it. They need help – like somebody don’t have money, I can help them – they can use me for something good – like some food, some clothes – maybe I drop on the floor – that hurts – I feel homeless – someone could step on me. I feel scared ‘cause I don’t want anyone stepping on me. I want the person to pick me up – the right person, the person who really needs help. I can feel this is the right person, and that person can go buy something because that person is hungry, they can go buy food – some eggs, some milk, juice – orange juice, maybe cookies – Oreo cookies, some apples – red apples. He go to the cashier and he take me out of his pocket and pay, and I go into the drawer and then I can feel happy and I can do a little party with my friends in there – Chino, Quarter and Penny.
When somebody takes me out of the drawer, I feel someone put me in a envelope and I hear somebody. I want to be used again – for the workers in the market. It is pay-day. Somebody take me. I feel a sweet hand take me out of the envelope and I see a lot of paper on the walls, on the tables and lots of drawings on the paper on the tables. The paper on the walls is clean. And then I see one piece of paper, new and clean, on a little table in the corner, and I see the paper and he’s looking at me too. And he’s my father. He say, “Son – Is you?” And I say, “Yeah, is me.”

How come you’re coming here?

It’s a surprise for me to see you again!

Yes, I want to be with you all the time. I thought I never going to see you again – You know what? I going to put me some glue and I going to stick with you, and we can never separate again!
And the girl she see me sticking to the paper, and I hear her say, “I never put this money on this paper!” The girl’s mom says, “Give it to me! Don’t rip it! I’m going to put it in my Bible, to mark the place where we are.”
So that is where I, Playa, and my father, Paper, live together all the time. And me and my father – we never going to separate again. I never going nowhere, because me and my father stick together inside the Bible. We have a good place in the Bible – like our house. That is where I live today, and I am happy, and my father too, ‘cause I am with him all the time.

Don’t worry about it – we are stuck together.
(Mom picks up the Bible.)

Wait a minute – We not escaped yet!

That’s true – She think she can play with us – Wait a minute – somebody’s coming! She’s looking under the bed!

Oh, no!

Oh, no! Oh, no! She find us!

Oh, no, this dumb lady find us –