Martha
6:15PM on the dot, Martha's head turns towards the door.
She knows he isn't coming home— she's known for a while now— but she still can't help hoping and wondering and waiting…
And waiting…
Maybe today, he'll finally come back, she thinks to herself. But reality always slaps her in the face.
It's the little things that get to her the most:
His top-secret cookbook still in the kitchen.
A slice of ube cake in the fridge.
His bed left unmade, since…
Since…
Martha turns away from the door, wiping her eyes.
She just wants her unica hijo back.