From constant worry and sleepless nights, he grew weak. He was even hospitalized in Cabanatuan due to extreme exhaustion and stress. He spent more than a month resting in his in-laws’ province.
When he returned to the mountain, half of his pigs were already gone. The price of feed had doubled. The bank had started calling to collect his loan payments.
Every night, as rain pounded against the tin roof of the pig pens, Roger felt as if everything he had worked for was slowly collapsing.
Until one night, after another call from a creditor, he sat down on the floor and whispered:
“I’m finished.”
The next morning, he closed the piggery. He handed the key to the landowner—Mang Tino—and walked down the mountain. He couldn’t bear to watch the total collapse of everything he had built. In his mind, everything was already a loss.
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