I returned from the United States pretending to be bankrupt… and what my mother did was UNBELIEVABLE…

That was the price of paying for that house.

Of paying for my nieces’ private schools.

Of paying for my mother’s surgeries when she got sick.

And yet there I was…

Standing in front of them.

As if I were nothing more than a stranger.

—I can’t help you, —my mother finally said while taking another sip of rum—.
In this house, we don’t take care of failures.