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.

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.