Santos Dumont’s Daughter

I always have my watch on. Eyes on the clock. On watch I’m always aware. Even though I started wearing glasses, I’m aware. Even though I pretend I don’t see some things, I am aware. I hear well and interpretate amazingly too. I’m quick to see any changes and know who I am.

Walking around my old street, I see the spots that were so important to me. I remember well, as well as everything. Like a big old box, I keep memories alive, but I never lose my time. Eyes on my wristwatch, am I still clocked in? I work full time as a gate keeper at Mr. Time Enterprise. I keep tabs on all ins and outs. Every single second wasted will be written on my daily report, as well as every second gained, like in stocks, I keep track.

I always wear it, check it, trying not to lose any time I’ve wasted before. Don’t want useless things to take my time, so I spare it. I keep myself aware of the words I need to learn to keep things short. Conversations short. Thoughts short. Responses short. I need my time to last, to be vast, long, and old.

I fix my glasses as I notice I can’t see quite well as I used to. I stretch my hands, arms and specifically my fingers every morning. I need to type faster. Agil hands help the brain, and I’m taking any help I can get. I need to make a better use of my time. From now on, is Yes or No, fast, quick and direct. I take actions. I never play, I always rule.

Speaking of Time, I’ve got to say that he’s been treating me well lately (I’m referring to Mr. Time). Maybe Mr. Time likes me more now since I started saving him up for important things. He feels special. I pray for my ex, but Mr. Time doesn’t mind. Praying is allowed. Only short prayers here and there, I told you my time is precious now.

The rules are basic; we don’t play a game, me and Mr. Time, but I respect him, and he respects me back. Also, my paychecks are never late (On my gatekeeper job). That’s why I’m constantly, tirelessly, endlessly on watch. If I make a mistake, I won’t be able to go back. Mr. Time loves me, but he never, never, ever gives me another try. And it’s all right.

It all started with daddy, he needed to be on watch while flying a plane, so he called up his close friend Louis Cartier and got his own special wristwatch designed, the Santos (Patek Philippe might have invented the very first wristwatch, but I don’t think that counts, neither the ones used in the First World War). Daddy needed to use both hands, Agile hands help the brain, and Dumont was taking any help he could get.

I’m the same, even though I don’t fly airplanes, every second counts, every movement is calculated. No decision goes to waste, each one of them save my life, daily. So, I never leave the house without daddy’s invention, or without clocking in for my job.

I’m never late for my hair appointments. Never stay for a second longer if the conversation’s topic doesn’t interest me. I’m always on time when I need to say something, or end something. Never take my medications a minute late, it’s 9am, 12pm, 5pm, sharp. I’m Mr. Time’s favorite student. And it’s all thanks to my beloved wristwatch. I’m forever grateful to Dad and Sr. Louis Cartier.

My Thank You note: