For the past three months, every night I have been smelling a strange smell. It’s not a typical body odor. It was like the smell of mold mixed with a strong, pungent smell clinging to the blankets, to the bedsheet, and especially to the part of the bed where Miguel was sleeping.

You are the first one I want to be a part of.

If you’re still mad after reading this, I can understand.

But I hope, in spite of everything, you know that I didn’t do it just for my dreams.

But it is also for both of our families.

I love you so much.

Miguel.”

I ended up reading that I didn’t realize I was crying.

I held the letter tightly.

I felt like a huge rock had fallen from my chest.

For three months…

I thought he was hiding something wrong.

I thought he had a different family.

I thought he was lying.

But the truth is…

He had a hidden dream.

I sat down on the floor and looked around the room.

Sa kama.

On the mattress that is now open.

With bundles of money and documents scattered on the floor.

I smiled even though I had tears in my eyes.

“You’re really crazy, Miguel,” I whispered.

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.”