I AGREED TO CLEAN AN OLD WOMAN’S HOUSE FOR 200 PESOS… BUT THE DAY SHE DIED AND LEFT A SINGLE LETTER FOR ME, I UNDERSTOOD THAT NOTHING HAD BEEN AS I THOUGHT.-nghia

“It wasn’t because I didn’t want to pay you. It was because I needed to know what kind of person you were.”

I frowned.

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“For years I waited to find someone like you.”

My heart started beating faster.

“Twenty years ago I lost my youngest son in an accident. He was a good, hardworking, and kind-hearted boy.”

My eyes stopped on those words.

I remembered what he had told me when I left the hospital that time.

“You look a lot like my youngest son.”

The letter continued.

“After his death, life lost its meaning for me. But before he died, my husband left something prepared.”

I felt my breathing stop for a moment.

“He was an accountant and worked for many years. Before he died, he opened a savings account for our youngest son.”

I looked at the small metal key that was next to the letter.

“The account was never used.”

My heart started pounding.

“I waited many years to find someone who reminded me of the son I lost.”

The following words made my vision blur.