After all, as a housewife for ten years, I had to ask my husband for every penny.
They simply thought that if they stopped Felix from going back with me, it would be difficult for my dad to be buried, and Olive would be able to get a free burial plot as she wished.
But now, I had a job and had just received a bonus of 200,000 dollars for outstanding performance, enough to bury my dad.
I figured it out and realized their plan should have started when my father just passed away.
That day, I was called back home by a phone call from Felix.
He said that my father, because of irregularities in operation, fell from a scaffolding more than six meters high, smashed right on the rebar and died on the spot.
I rushed back in a muddle. Just as I arrived at his ancestral home, I saw a body lying on the ground, with a piece of rag casually thrown on it.
My legs went weak and I fell onto my father, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face.
The shoes he was wearing were the ones I bought him ten years ago.
My mother passed away early, and he was frugal. If not for the fact that his shoes were so rotten that he could only wear them with a rope, he would never wear the shoes I bought out to work.