Chapter Four
Family Tree
The old man was so intrigued that he and Angel both ignored the films the flight had to offer, not the meals however, for they were both hungry. So many feet above ground in the air- Angel felt comfortable….almost as if home to be amongst the clouds, even if only viewed from a small window. Noting the old man was so pleased by his story he was tired but he continued…..he knew he had time to get to the end…. it was a very long flight…….
Being fired was like a ritualistic religion for me, I got fired from my previous job in a Hotel managing the HR department for the same reason. I can’t quite remember as well as the past 5 jobs before that one, and the remaining 5 I quit for lack of interest. But then again can you blame me? I didn’t even have to work, but I did it to ‘look’ like I earned my living, when it was in fact my trust fund the one doing the paying.
However this experience was different, I could sense Regina’s pleasure in firing me and I could see in her eyes how happy she was to be In charge and in control of my fate, her satisfaction angered me which drove me to do what I thought was logical, talk to her superior and make sure she get fired.
Yes I have that kind of power.
And yes she was fired the next morning.
How could the owner refuse to do as I asked considering my father contributed so much to the financial department and appeared in most of the stock articles. After graduating from NYU I knew I wanted to be a stock broker managing companies like my father, however managing companies and administrating their finances can be a drag and unfortunately it’s my family name what truly opened doors for me anywhere I apply for a job. Being an Olmos member of a family run by a successful business man like my father opened any door I desired. However no job no matter how financially significant it was could have filled my void. Not money no matter the amount and certainly not sex. Not power. Not anything can fill me up.
Regina looked at me seriously, usually expressing more dislike than usual with her conservative glare as if telling me with her stare “You’re name and status won’t keep you here” and so I left, cleared my desk and went to my lovely apartment in Middle Village, which was a gift to me by my father on my 21st birthday when I announced my engagement to Virginia. I walk around the apartment trying to figure things out trying to figure life out and I look at the portraits on my wall. I look at my family and how my tormented life was with them growing up. I look at the portraits with me and Virginia and I wonder how could it have gotten so far?
I look at these portraits and they remind me that life is hard and that I won’t be protected by father’s fortune forever and that sooner or later I will have to stand on my own, is this time it? God I hope not!
The portraits remind me clearly how it all began on a fall autumn day. October first, the day I was born…Faith stands in front of her son Israel, a young beautiful woman at 27 about to give birth to her second child
“Don’t worry Israel, soon we will welcome your brother Angel into this world and you’ll finally have someone to play with”
Israel looked at her, so young at seven yet so sure he really did not want to play with anyone else other than his lovely mother Faith, and so, angered he answered
“Why does he have to come? Why can’t it be just the two of us?”
at the child’s request Faith felt tormented knowing already the child seemed bothered by unborn Angel’s presence …more tormented she felt when he asked her
“why are you naming him Angel?” …she replied very superficially
“it’s just a name sweetheart” but deep down inside she knows why this baby to her is an Angel, because despite all her drinking and smoking on the early pregnancy and despite seven previous miscarriages after Israel this was the one who survived despite all and a terrible car accident and so she considered this one to be an Angel sent from God, a gift of light in the midst of a troubled marriage to a business tycoon. Henry, a cold and calculating man that only focused on his greed and ambition, a good provider yes- a lousy husband and father however. Though greedy and ambitious, he was powerful and successful. Faith started to become agitated and pale, it was time the baby was coming, and so she was rushed immediately to the hospital to give birth to baby Angel. As the years went by the Olmos family traveled on a yearly basis. Faith with her two children Angel and Israel who constantly showed an abnormal disliking towards each other and the father Henry, a business man who was always in trouble with the Government for withholding taxes and financial information that made it illegal, which is why he was always on the run moving from home to home and country to country. By age 17 I had already lived in 13 states and had traveled all of Europe and South America, with my mother being from Spain and my father being Brazilian I had no choice but to accompany them on family gatherings, and to learn at an early age Spanish and Portuguese none of which I actually used. Our final location was New York which is where I have been the longest, where I went to college ,where I announced my engagement to Virginia, and it is also the city where I met my death for seven minutes. The city seemed promising and I planned on devouring my father’s fortune in 5th and Madison Ave. Little did I know what lied ahead….