When I Was 52, I Received a Large Sum of Money. I Was About to Tell My Son, But As I Stood Outside His Door, I Heard Him and His Wife Whispering About Sending Me Away from My Own Home — And What I Did Next Left Everyone in That House Speechless.
The Morning I Heard What Broke My Heart
When I was fifty-two, I received a large sum of money. I was about to tell my son about it, but when I reached his bedroom door, I heard something that made me stop. They were talking about sending me away.
It was a misty morning in Quezon City. The December sky was gray and cold, and a chilly breeze slipped under the door of our small house. I wrapped my old shawl tighter around me as I stood outside my son Marco’s room.
In my hands, I held a small bank booklet — a deposit of more than half a million pesos, my inheritance from my late uncle, my mother’s brother, who had passed away in Cebu. I had planned to use that money to repair our house, build a better room for Marco’s family, and save the rest for emergencies.
But instead of happy voices, this was what I heard inside:
“Love, when is your mom leaving?” Denise, my daughter-in-law, asked with irritation. “She’s always here. The house is tiny, and having old people around is embarrassing when guests come.”
“Denise… she’s my mother. She has nowhere else to go,” Marco replied, uncertain.
“When we got married, she said she couldn’t give us anything except an old television. Is that how a mother helps? And now we’re the ones who have to adjust?”
“Just leave it. I’ll find her a place to live. We’ll send her money every month.”
I froze. My chest tightened.
I had lived in Metro Manila for three decades since coming from Leyte. I raised Marco alone after my husband’s accident at sea. I washed clothes, sold groceries, worked as a housemaid — all so my son could finish school. The house they lived in now came from twenty years of sacrifice.
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