My wife was seriously ill, bedridden for months. When she was close to de:ath, her breathing shallow, she held my hand tightly and whispered:
“Love… don’t be sad… in the closet… there are five million pesos… I saved them for you and our son…”
Listening to her, I felt immense joy. Our whole lives together, saving peso by peso, and I never imagined she had been so skillful in amassing such a large sum. As soon as she closed her eyes for good, tears streamed down my face, but a small hope ignited inside me: at least we would have that money to secure our son’s future.
