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…

“She cooks every single day. Huge pots of fragrant chicken stew. Freshly caught fish. Boiled eggs. Sweet fruits. But… but she says the food is strictly for you, for when you return from the factory. Or it is for her, to sustain her, because she claims she is the only one maintaining the household.”

I felt a cold numbness spreading down my arms. “And continue reading …