Three years ago, in London.
“Ma, ano ba? Wala na nga po akong maipapadala sa inyong pera! Iyong inipon ko ay halos nasimot n’yo na ni Tiyo Jun dahil sa malaking utang n’yo sa lending. Ako pa ang nagbayad. Almost half million din ‘yon! Isa pa ‘yang asawa n’yo, walang kuwenta! At tigilan n’yo na nga ang pagsusugal n’yong dalawa! (What, Ma? I told you I don’t have money to send you anymore! All that I saved up are almost gone because of your and Uncle Jun’s huge debt from a lending company. I was the one to pay it all. It was almost half a million pesos! Your husband is so worthless! And just stop gambling you two!)”
Dasha was enraged, her jaw clenched tightly. She walked on the path toward the hospital she was working at as a nurse. She was on a graveyard shift, as usual. It was because sh
