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…
of rotting fish heads. The stench no longer bothered me; it was simply ammunition.
“Hue,” I said, and the absolute zero temperature of my voice finally made her look up. “I am walking out that door. The second the latch clicks, you throw the deadbolt. You do not open this door for anyone. Not the police. Not God. Only me. Do you understand?”
