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…

underestimate her resilience. She maneuvered through the world with a soft-spoken patience, the rare breed of soul who would sincerely thank a nurse while simultaneously fighting through a wave of excruciating pelvic pain. Yet, I had witnessed the sheer, unadulterated violence that childbirth had inflicted upon her anatomy. I knew, with cold medical continue reading …