I send my mother 1.5 million pesos monthly for my postpartum wife. Coming home early, I found my wife eating spoiled rice with fish heads. Furious, I confronted my mom, who sneered, “She doesn’t deserve better.” Then, I checked the family safe and found…

thick hair was tangled and greasy, pinned haphazardly to her scalp. As her collar shifted, I saw the stark, sharp protrusion of her clavicle. I looked down at her hands. The golden wedding band I had placed on her finger a year ago was now hanging dangerously loose, ready to slide off her emaciated knuckle. The weight loss was catastrophic.

“I was just… continue reading …