The Umbrella: Honduras Chapter

Discussions Random: The Umbrella

October 6th 2014: Today my ankle was killing me, unable to walk to far. Mother called me and said she made some meatloaf. I get around in public transportation here in Chicago as it is relatively easy, however, those 2 blocks to the bus stop might as well be 50 miles! I don't like disturbing my mother, however, I told her the only way I could get to her place was with a ride. She came and got me and I ate some meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Moms ethnic original food is supreme above all, however, meatloaf aint one of her ethnic dishes. Mom recently started making that and it was surprising to me as she sticks to the food she knows? I was hungry and ate it, though both the mashed potatoes (runny and tons of margarine) and the meatloaf are very sub par. My main objective is to share time with my mother and sometimes we get into a conversation of her days past. I was asking, as I do often, about family members on both sides of my parents. This time I asked about my Uncles Morris and Johny. I brought them up because as with most of my family, we did not know each other. I am Facebook friends with a few cousins and 2 of them brought up the fact that I look more like their fathers, Morris and Johny, than they do. Well, the discussion went on to a random moment in time, a year or so before I was born, in which my father Karl took my mother to the show. My mother described how gorgeous the area was near the ocean and I believe she mentioned the theater was called "Miramar" translated as ocean view. She described the dining which was mostly seafood in the area and a train that runs along the beach side. The topic was not about the movie they saw, nor of any romance, it was about an umbrella. My mother, at this point in time had a child from a previous relationship named Robert Jalu, my oldest brother. My father knew this and was raising this child with a disgust that she had a previous relation with another man. Well.......... as they were leaving the show, they ran into this man as he was sitting in a seat behind them at the show. When they left the show, the man yelled out to my mother: "Diluvina, you left your umbrella in the theater!" (in Spanish). I can't imagine the fright my mother was going through as she knows this angered my jealous father. My mother went to get her umbrella and as soon as she got out, my father snatched the umbrella from her hand and what I heard next angered me and filled me with hate for my father. He proceeded to beat her with the umbrella and broke it during the process. He did this in front of a crowd of people. I wish there was a man in the area that would have beat the shit out of him, however, my father was a formidable person to deal with and no on would have stood a chance, especially in his rage!