I didn\u2019t object\u2014what parent doesn\u2019t love their child?<\/p>\n
So the house and land were transferred to Jun\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
On the seventh day after the burial, Jun suggested I go for a walk to clear my mind.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t expect that walk to feel like a st:a:b in the back.<\/p>\n
The car stopped on the outskirts of town, near an abandoned jeepney stop.<\/p>\n
Jun said coldly,<\/p>\n
\u201cGet out here. My wife and I can\u2019t support you anymore. From now on, you\u2019ll have to take care of yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
My ears were ringing, my vision darkened.<\/p>\n
I thought I\u2019d heard wrong.<\/p>\n
But his eyes were determined, as if he wanted to push me out of the car.<\/p>\n
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I sat, in sh0ck, on the side of the road, next to a small shop. I only had a cloth bag with some clothes.<\/p>\n
The house\u2014where I lived, took care of my husband, and raised my children\u2014no longer belonged to me. It was in his name. I had no right to return.<\/p>\n
They say, \u201cwhen you lose your husband, you still have your children,\u201d but sometimes having children is like not having any.<\/p>\n
My own son cornered me.<\/p>\n
However, Jun didn\u2019t know: I wasn\u2019t empty-handed.
\nIn my breast pocket, I always carried my savings account\u2014the money my husband and I had saved throughout our lives, equivalent to tens of millions of pesos.<\/p>\n
We hid it well, without telling our children or anyone else.
\nOnce, Ram\u00f3n told me:<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople are only good when they have something going on.\u201d<\/p>\n
That day I decided to stay silent.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t beg, I didn\u2019t reveal any secrets.<\/p>\n
I needed to see how Jun and this life would treat him.<\/p>\n
The first day they left me alone, I sat on the store porch.<\/p>\n
The owner\u2014Aling Nena\u2014took pity on me and offered me a cup of hot tea.<\/p>\n
When I told her I had just lost my husband and that my children had left me, she sighed deeply:<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are many situations like this these days, dear. Children value money more than love.\u201d<\/p>\n
I temporarily rented a small room, paid for with the interest withdrawn from my savings account.<\/p>\n
I was very cautious: I didn\u2019t tell anyone I had a fortune.<\/p>\n
I lived simply, wore old clothes, bought cheap food, and didn\u2019t attract attention.<\/p>\n
There were nights when, curled up in my wobbly bamboo bed, I missed my old house, the creaking of the ceiling fan, the aroma of the ginger salad Ram\u00f3n was preparing.<\/p>\n
The nostalgia hurt, but I told myself: as long as I\u2019m alive, I must move on.<\/p>\n
I began to adapt to my new life.<\/p>\n
During the day, I would ask for work at the market: washing vegetables, carrying things, packing.<\/p>\n
The pay wasn\u2019t much, but I didn\u2019t care.<\/p>\n
I wanted to stand on my own two feet, without relying on pity.
\nThe market vendors called me \u201cthe kind Mama Teresa.\u201d<\/p>\n
They didn\u2019t know that every time I returned to my rented room, I would briefly open my savings account and then carefully put it away.<\/p>\n
That was my secret to survival.<\/p>\n
One day, I ran into an old acquaintance\u2014Aling Rosa, my best friend from my youth.<\/p>\n
Seeing me in a rental house, I simply told her that my husband had passed away and that life was difficult.<\/p>\n
She took pity on me and invited me to help out in the family carinder\u00eda.<\/p>\n
I accepted.<\/p>\n
The work was hard, but I had a place to sleep and food guaranteed.<\/p>\n
That gave me even more reasons to keep my savings account a secret.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, news about Jun continued to reach me.<\/p>\n
He lived with his wife and children in a spacious house, bought a new car, but got involved in gambling.<\/p>\n
An acquaintance whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure he\u2019s already pawned the title deed.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart ached when I heard that, but I decided not to contact him.
\nHe had chosen to abandon his mother by the side of the road.<\/p>\n
I had nothing left to say to him.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, while I was cleaning at the carinderia, a strange man arrived.<\/p>\n
He was dressed elegantly, but his face was tense.<\/p>\n
I recognized him: he was Jun\u2019s drinking buddy.<\/p>\n
He stared at me and asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you Jun\u2019s mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped and nodded.<\/p>\n
He approached, his voice urgent:<\/p>\n
\u201cHe owes us millions of pesos. He\u2019s in hiding now. If you still want him, save him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stunned.<\/p>\n
He only gave a bitter smile:<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so broke now, I can\u2019t help him.\u201d<\/p>\n
He left angrily. But that made me think a lot.<\/p>\n
I loved him, but I was deeply hurt.<\/p>\n
He, who had mercilessly abandoned me at that jeepney stop.<\/p>\n
Was he now getting what he deserved? Was it fair?<\/p>\n
A few months later, Jun came to see me.<\/p>\n
He was thin, emaciated, his eyes red.<\/p>\n
As soon as he saw me, he fell to his knees, his voice breaking:<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, I was wrong. I was a wretch. Please save me one more time. Otherwise, my whole family will be lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart was in turmoil.<\/p>\n
I remembered the nights I cried for him, the abandonment I suffered.<\/p>\n
But I also remembered what Ram\u00f3n had told me before he died:
\n\u201cNo matter what happens, he\u2019s still our son.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was silent for a long moment.<\/p>\n
Then I walked into the room and took out the savings account\u2014the money my parents had saved their entire lives, equivalent to tens of millions of pesos.<\/p>\n
I placed it in front of Jun and looked into his eyes, my voice calm:<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the money my parents left me. I hid it because I was afraid you wouldn\u2019t appreciate it.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m giving it to you now, but remember: if you trample on your mother\u2019s love again, no matter how much money you have, you\u2019ll never be able to hold your head up with dignity.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jun trembled as he received the notebook.<\/p>\n
He cried like a child in the rain.<\/p>\n
I knew maybe he would change, maybe not.<\/p>\n
But at least I had fulfilled my last responsibility as a mother.<\/p>\n
And the secret of that money\u2014finally\u2014was revealed, just when it was needed.<\/p>\n