I still can’t clearly forget that morning when I held the plane ticket in my hand, my heart pounding. Twelve years. Exactly twelve years have passed. Since marrying a Korean man, María Luisa hasn’t returned home even once. But every year, she sends exactly 8 million pesos, without missing a single one.
People are amazed.
You’re so lucky, your son is good, you even married a rich man
. But I’m the only mother who knows the pain of receiving money and not seeing your child. You have money but your son doesn’t, that hurts a lot.
My name is Theresa, and I’m 63 years old. I was widowed young, raising my only daughter, Maria Luisa, on my own so she could go to school. She was intelligent, kind, and beautiful. Everyone said she was going to have a good life. And it turned out to be as good as some might have thought.
At 21, Maria Luisa met Kang Jun, a Korean man almost 20 years her senior. I objected, not because of discrimination, but because of the age difference and because I lived in a foreign country. But my
daughter’s mother is stubborn; I know what
I’m doing. In the end, I accepted because of the determination in her eyes.
The wedding was simple. Less than a month later, she followed the man to Korea. The day he left the airport, he hugged me and cried. I cried too, but I tried to hide it. I thought he would come home after a few years. But he didn’t. One year, two years, three years, then the fifth—I didn’t dare ask any more questions. Only the money kept coming.
Every year, exactly 8 million pesos along with a
short message: “Mom, always be careful. I’m
fine.” That word “okay” is what worries me most. The neighbors are whispering
. The size of the package, but it’s not going home; maybe something’s already happening.
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