The heavy cloud of impending financial ruin hanging over our house in Agoo was unexpectedly broken two days later. A sleek, dark SUV pulled up in front of our small automotive shop, and out stepped a man wearing an expensive jacket, his face weathered but sharp. It was Tito Arturo—Papa Renato’s first cousin who had migrated to Canada decades ago. He had just arrived back in the Philippines for a brief vacation when he heard the news of Papa’s sudden heart attack. As it turned out, before Tito Arturo became a successful businessman abroad, Papa Renato had funded his passport and visa applications using the very last of his shop's savings. It was a massive debt of gratitude that Tito Arturo never forgot. "Renato, pamilya tayo. Kung hindi dahil sa tulong mo noon, baka nabulok na ako ri

