A Cold Reception
When she arrived, she stopped in front of the large iron gate and pressed the doorbell. The chime echoed, but it was only after a long moment that the door finally opened.
A young woman—Louis’s wife—looked her up and down and asked in a cold, dismissive voice:
“Mother-in-law, what are you here for?”
Madam Rosa managed a faint smile, her voice trembling.
“My daughter, I came to see you… and I also wanted to ask Louis a small favor…”
The wife went inside without a word and called Louis. He stepped out, phone in hand, impeccably dressed.
“Mom, what is it? I’m very busy.”
Madam Rosa spoke timidly: “My son… there is nothing left to eat at home. I thought I might ask you to lend me a little money. I will pay you back later…”
Louis frowned and sighed deeply.
“Oh, Mom… I’m going through a tough time too. All my money is tied up in the business. Go home for now; we’ll see about it later.”
Madam Rosa’s eyes immediately filled with tears.
“My son, even just a little… just to eat…”
Louis glanced nervously at his wife. Then, as if to quickly end the conversation, he said, “Alright, take this bag of rice. Honestly, there is no cash right now. I’ll send you some later.”
He walked to his car, grabbed a small bag of rice, handed it to his mother, and gently pushed her toward the gate. “Go home, it’s going to rain harder.”
Madam Rosa lowered her head, hugged the bag of rice tightly to her chest, and tried to hide the tears falling from her eyes. The heavy iron gate closed behind her, leaving her alone in the rain.
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