The next morning, I barely slept.
I read the letter over and over again.
Then I sorted out all the contents of the bag.
I carefully returned the documents.
But I didn’t close the mattress anymore.
Instead, I put it all in one box.
I figured that when Michael got home, we would have to talk about everything.
Two days later, my phone rang.
Yes, Miguel.
“Anna, I’ll be home to-night,” she said.
This Is Your Tree.
“Okay. I have something to prepare for dinner.”
I had a strange feeling in my chest as I waited for him to come home.
That night, I heard the sound of a knock on the door.
Pumasok si Miguel.
Looks tired.
She smiled when she saw me.
“Miss in Miss Kita.”
He came over to give me a hug.
But before he could do that, I said:
“Miguel… We need to talk.”
Suddenly, he fell silent.
He seemed to know.
He slowly sat down on the sofa.
“Ana… “Am I going to go with your son?”
Tumango ako.
He didn’t look at me.
He was just stunned.
“I’m sorry if I lied to you.”
I approached.
The letter was placed on the table in front of him.
“Binasa ko.”
He looked up slowly.
There was fear in his eyes.
“Galit ka ba?”
This Is Your Tree.
“Hindi.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Surely ka?”
Tumango ako.
“But there’s one thing that makes me angry.”
Suddenly, he was nervous.
“Year?”
I grabbed his hand.
“Why didn’t you include me in your dream from the beginning?”
Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears.
He couldn’t speak.
I hugged him tightly.
And for the first time in many months, I felt peace return to my heart.
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