The government in all its wisdom had decided that women went out and do their shopping on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Men were allowed out Tuesda...s, Thursdays and Saturdays. I sometimes sneaked out on Fridays like I had done the one before, but just to Juan and Larissa, never to the bigger supermarkets where the police were checking ID’s.When I walked inside the shop was quite busy with men getting beer, fruits and veggies brought in by the local farmers. I picked up a few items and then. And... I... I can understand why... why you were watching Eileen, but... but..." She took another sip of water. "I'm not sure... that... that you should be looking at her... without.... her... I mean... without her knowledge, it's like you're... I... I mean... I don't think that's a good... habit to..." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her eyes opened. "You're eighteen, Ron, I... I know you think I shouldn't be saying anything to you about this, so... I... I mean, I guess that's. But he did not want her memory of him to be tarnished. He did not want to be a shriveled figure incapable of controlling his own body. He did not want machines to breathe for him or feed him through a tube.She deserved better."I want you to remember me before the cancer," he said, his own tears coursing down his face. "I want you to remember a time when I was strong enough to catch you in my arms and spin you around, to make love to you, to support you."His voice grew soft, "I want you to. I am 23 and recently completed my graduation. This happened to me last year when I visited my maternal house.My aunt is around 35 years of age and a typical housewife. She is married to my uncle from 10 years and they did not have any child. My uncle is in police and mostly stays out. He comes home only on the holidays.I went to my maternal house on Sunday. Everybody was there – my maternal grandparents, my maamu and mami. We talked at dinner about my continuation of study and many other.