Fiction | Short Story

The Other Mother

Patti never mentioned her own daughter. I realized she was a little broken too, like the rest of us. She had a tender point she hid from us, from me: the enemies.

bun muiNo, ma’am. Yes, ma’amKailangan kong mabuhay.

I am not your enemy

bun mui

please please tell me more

I’m going!

Patti left?

bun mui

We fed herShe lived in our home; we gave her hot water and electricity.

bun muidon’t abandon me don’t abandon me don’t abandon me

Remember you used to love this fruit?