yet Another

Yet another one of my raw excerpts. This involves a young French girl named Mathilde who is part of a French colonization near Cuba. She is preparing to move to Cuba.
One day Papa came home with his basket of meats and spices and coffee and papaya and says: Little Mathilde, you and me, mama and Aurelie, we go to Cuba. Coo-ba. Blue skies, crystal beaches, and lotsa papayas is what awaits, baby. We’ll be Cuban like your grandmamma, that’s where your olive skin and dark hair come from, non? You’ll fit right in… Cuba is da place to be. You ready? It was the same response each time he said it: Papa, non! I won’t go! What about the settlement? Parisians sent us to do something great. You took me from Paris; you can’t take me from the island. And every time: J’adore you, petite Mathilde. I don’t want to take it away, baby. Think about it, Elodie-de will go witchu, family go witchu, puppy go witchu. Parisian wants us to do things in Coo-ba! And remember hunky Coo-ba men you can marry one day! I would giggle and hope he was joking, and that was the end. But tomorrow we were really leaving. I would start over. Again.