“Vamonos, vamonos!” the mom anxiously hurried the blond, curly-haired boy and the little pig-tailed petite girl along. Eva jumped from the top bunk and harangued him until he was semi-conscious, staggering into the bathroom.
Today was Sunday, a special day because they would have their Papi all to themselves at the beach. It would have to be an early day because he loved to enjoy the beach in the morning untouched by the clattering of disrespectful interlopers.
Now, all our life support went into the red ice chest replete with all the booty. First, their mom placed in the Coca-Cola bottles which stood erect to attention, then the sandwiches, and finally Chips Ahoy and Jell-O cups hopped in.
The dark drive was a welcome blessing because it would conserve the kids’ energy which was meant for the sun, fun, and sand. The family arrived at their heavenly destination.
The sweet-salty breeze emanated through the car windows and woke the darling ragamuffins ensconced under their pink and blue towels. As the orange lollipop-like morning sun began to rise, Eva and Julio impetuously escaped from the car, but not without a strong admonishment from their father to be cautious.
The cool flour-like white sand slid between their toes. As they attempted to grapple with the slippery silver beads, it was as if the beach was swallowing them up and weren’t making any ground. Suddenly, they were whooshed up like birds and landed gently on the prime spot where they throw their blanket and were close enough to the surf and be out of the path of walkers, and momma hen could see her baby chicks. It was their Papi, coming to the rescue, like always.
Eva lazily looked in the distance on the shore her mami waving and yelling, “Eva, you’re going to get black!”
The children sat down and unwrapped the sandwiches; they were famished but were aware if they overate they would carve into their swim time and did not overindulge.
While they were enjoying their meal, Eva glanced to her parents who had their backs facing toward them, but could vaguely hear her mom say, “I don’t want her to get darker!”
Her father replied, “Dear, you can’t keep her from the sun and enjoying the outdoors.
Her mom hesitated and said, “I don’t want for my Eva to be hurt by anyone. You know how people are. I want to protect her.”
As the clouds moved in Eva began to ponder the dynamics of her world. Did strangers treat her mom and brother differently from her dad and her or had it been her imagination?
She had an epiphany, but it did not have a word in her lexicon, but there would be a time as she got older the enigmatic word would be revealed by people’s actions and comments.