I hope to work at an umbrella factory.

Ever since being a child, I have appreciated the unique motions of the umbrella. Unparalleled in all of man's creation, and unrivaled in nature, the conic beauty of the umbrella has become iconic in my heart.


I have wanted to work at an umbrella factory for years because of my deep rooted interest in them.


As a young student in university, I finally was able to articulate to my parents my most intimate desire for not just a job, or a career--I was able to expound my calling to my parents.


Initially there was silence.


My parents looked at me with quizzical expressions illuminating their thoughts within.


First, my father spoke.


"KezMetch, I don't think you should spend so much energy focusing on a dark thing."

My mother spoke next.


"Son..."

but my father began again:

"I just don't think you should do that. I spent time around umbrella makers when I was your age."


My ears perked up.


"They were not nice people, KezMetch. They were of poor character. In fact, their business was run by evil. Like a gang."


My mother nodded gently, in agreement.


"I think..." she then looked at her husband for reassurance. "I think, what your father is tying to say, is that...the umbrella makers were in a shady business."

**TLDR** it's a shady business