“Son, the doctor says I need surgery soon. Could you lend me some money? When your brother sells the rice, I’ll pay you back.”
Ramón’s brow furrowed. He sighed, gazing toward his wife.
“Mom, things are tight at the business right now. I don’t have any cash. Go home for now and I’ll think of something.”
Her eyes filled with tears, but she tried to stay calm.
“I just need a little, enough for the hospital. Please, son.”
After a pause, Ramón looked away and said softly,
“Alright, Mom. Here – take this packet of noodles for now. I’ll send you some money in a few days.”
He opened the car trunk, pulled out a pack of instant noodles, and placed it in her hands before gently ushering her out.
“Go home quickly, Mom. It’s about to rain.”
Dolores lowered her head, clutching the packet against her chest as the heavy gate closed behind her. The rain started to fall, mixing with the tears she tried to conceal.
