Too Late
Her husband is lying on his death bed. She wants to help him. She wants to rid of the pain he's feeling. She doesn't love him. It was an arranged marriage about 40 years ago. It has been a long and lonely 40 years. He provided everything for her to please her and make her happy, but it was never and could never be enough to make her happy.
As she looks at him, she notices that his face seems lonely so she asks what makes him feel sad. He says he has to tell her somthing very important - something he'd been keeping from her for years. She thinks, but cannot decipher what his secret is. He calls an assistant and softly whispers in his ear. The assistant leaves and comes back with a small box. "Open it", the husband tells his wife. She opens the box and sees stacks of old letters and asks what they are for. He looks away. She opens one that seems to be the most recent and starts to read loudly.
Kapag natanggap mo ang liham na ito, sana nasa mabuti kang kalagayan. Matagal na kitang sinusulatan, taon na, ngunit ni isang sagot ay wala akong natanggap. Siguro'y masaya ka na sa piling niya kaya't hindi na kita guguluhin. Nais ko lang sabihin na mahal kita kahit ito na ang huling pagkakataon. Mangingibambayan ako. Doon nalang ako makikipagsapalaran. Hindi na importante kung saan. Huwag mo na din itanong sa mga kamag-anak ko dahil wala akong sasabihan, walang nakakaalam at walang makakaalam kahit kailan. Dadalhin ko ang alaala mo. Mamahalin kita habambuhay. Sana'y maging masaya ka sa piling niya. Nagmamahal, Jose.
She silently weeps as she looks at the date - 1971. This letter was written 34 years ago, when she had her first child with a man she doesn't love. She looks at her dying husband with hate, and at the same time sadness. His eyes say it all - that he's sorry for hiding these letters. She wants to ask him why he's done such a thing. She wants to ask him why he'd kept all these letters from her. But she knows that asking wouldn't change a thing - she's old now and time is running out for her. All she can do now is carry the pain in her heart as she looks at the man she doesn't love, a man she has never loved, dying on his death bed, breathing his last breath.
(Fiction)