“Denise… she is my mother. She has nowhere else to go,” Marco replied hesitantly.
It was a foggy December morning in Quezon City. The overcast sky brought a chill that seeped beneath the door of our modest home. Clutching my worn shawl tightly, I paused outside my son Marco’s room, holding a small bank booklet that showed a deposit exceeding half a million pesos. This amount was an inheritance … Read more