Caregiver Page #8

you couldn't possibly imagine.

Please.

Take care.

Are we going home, Sarah?

Yes, we're going home.

Joseph's not home?

He's in a job interview.

He's choosing between three jobs.

A hardware, laundry, and hotel.

He was already being hired by a drugstore.

I didn't allow him!

A drugstore is still related to medicine!

I said no way!

Our husbands are so much trouble.

These are for my kids.

Are you sure it's ok?

Yes, we don't have much

to bring home anyway.

Do you think we'll see each other again?

Of course!

When you come fetch your kids pretty soon.

Yes please, God...

Please let it be soon!

Does Paulo know you're going home?

He'll be happy.

His Daddy and I will be back.

We'll be together again.

Like old times.

He will understand, right?

You're still alive?

You know what they say:

Bad grass don't die easily.

I heard from my Mama's churchmates,

that you're leaving soon.

I came here to say goodbye.

Come inside.

No thanks, I have things to do.

What, you'll hold up a bank?

My homework!

You mean you're rehabilitated?

So soon?

I'm a new person.

It's my second life.

You crack me up.

You know, my feet are healed.

I can walk again.

You can roam the streets again.

No, I go straight home.

I don't want Mama to be alone.

No one helps her in taking care

of my half-breed brother.

Half-breed.

So...

This is goodbye?

Goodbye.

Take care, ok?

Bye, Sean.

Be good.

Sean!

Bugger off!

I will miss you, little critter.

Don't forget me, ok?

My Dear Sarah...

You've always said that everything you do...

is for your husband and your son.

They are lucky men indeed

to have you as a wife and mother.

And I was lucky to have you as my carer.

But I want you never to forget...

that you are a person too, Sarah.

And it is vital

that you live your own life.

And do things that make you feel alive.

If I have one wish...

It is that you grow old happy

and without regrets.

Goodbye, my lovely Sarah.

Your grumpy old friend,

William Morgan.

I'll bring this downstairs.

I can't help you later.

Ditas, it's ok.

The taxi isn't here yet.

And Teddy can do it.

When will your new flatmates arrive?

In two days.

You'll be alone all that time.

It's ok.

Once they're here,

I'll never run out of company.

Six of us will share the rent.

Six?

Yes, for minimal cost.

I'll go ahead. Happy trip.

- Thank you, Ditas.

- Thank you too.

I'll pray for you both.

Thank you.

Sarah, come on, we can't be late.

What now, Sarah?

We should hurry.

Faster, we're late.

I'm not going with you.

What?

I don't want to go with you.

What are you up to now?

Ted, why are we going back

to the Philippines?

What is waiting for us there?

We have no savings, we have no jobs.

There's nothing to go back to!

Ted, how will I face my son,

when he asks me...

"Ma, what did you do in London?"

What will I answer?

I had my picture taken?

What are you saying?

Ted, it's simple.

If you failed...

why do you have to drag me down with you?

I want to know why!

Because I'm your husband.

Where I am is where you should be.

Not anymore, Teddy.

Even here,

I don't have a husband to go home to.

You don't care about me.

Ted, I'm tired of coming

to your aid all the time.

I take care of other people,

but who's taking care of me?

No one.

Whether you like it or not,

we're leaving.

No.

I can carry this myself.

Let me go, Ted.

Sarah, please.

Let's start over.

I already started over, Ted.

Even without you.

Plans and dreams aren't enough.

We have to work for our dreams, Ted.

We have to struggle.

I achieved something here.

I achieved something long ago.

But you didn't see it.

Why didn't you notice?

You didn't see the value.

You can't leave me.

Ted, I can.

I'm done.

I'm done being your wife.

Is this your first time in London?

No, it's not.

Why are we afraid to jump

into the uncertain?

How will we know what's waiting for us,

if we don't step into the dark?

Without a first step,

how can we move forward?

Mr. Morgan was right.

If fear overtakes us...

how can we even begin

to wrestle with life?

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