When I left… and I started noticing things
Two years later I went to military service. My father hugged me tightly. Patricia cried just enough to look understanding without ruining her makeup.
“We take care of everything here,” he told me. You focus on your future.
I believed him. Or I needed to believe him.
The army taught me discipline, observation, patience. Lessons that would later save me.
The first comments about my money
The first comment came during my second year of service, on a video call.
“You must be earning well now,” said Patricia. Salary, housing, bonuses…
