Thirteen years after the first day I set foot in the bank to borrow money to raise him, I returned, trembling with a stack of papers in my hands, my back bent, my eyes dim. I said:

– Auntie, I want to pay off the last debt. I will pay off the rest.

The bank employee checked the machine, looked at me for a long time, then frowned slightly.

– Wait a minute. This loan… was paid off already? Two years ago.

I was stunned.

– What? Who… who paid…?

The employee looked at the screen then bent down to read: