"Where am I going to go? I am sixty-three, an old woman with no job, no career," she replied.
"Do I find a new husband, go out on dates?" She laughed bitterly at that. "I am an old woman," she repeated. "Who wants an old woman?"
"Am I to live on my own? Am I to live with my children, who've made lives on their own?"
She paused, "Am I to live with you?"
It was a rhetorical question, or so I hoped.
"Yes," I said. "Come and live with me." It was the right thing to say, though I was afraid she'd take me up on it.
She looked at me, reading my heart.
"No, this is my lot. This is where I belong," she said. "Thank you for the offer, you are a good son."
A good son. Those three leaden words hang heavily around my neck.
All About My Mother - Think you can handle it?
This is part of a series of posts about my vacation in February of '06 in the Philippines. Read the rest here: