I had been sending 1.5 million pesos each month to my mother to take care of my wife after childbirth.

I took my jacket.

“Stay here,” I said.

“What are you going to do?”

I looked at her.

“Fix this.

Mrs. Marta’s house was only two doors down from ours.

When I arrived, I could hear laughter from the patio.

Several women were sitting around a table, drinking coffee.

My mother was among them.

He laughed.

As if nothing in the world was wrong.

When he saw me, his smile froze.

“Son?” Why are you here so early?

I didn’t answer.

I just looked at her.

“Come,” I said. We have to talk.

My tone was so serious that even the other women stopped talking.