You and your son Tio were playing in bed while your husband, Vionel, was working in his study room. Tio was particularly active at the time and laughed so much that he started having an asthma attack. He was sitting in front of you and suddenly he pushed his head towards where he came out, and you giggled at him.

"It's too late, darling. You can't go back there," you said, patting his back.

Just then, you heard your husband's voice, and he was in the doorway, leaning his body against the frame.

"Don't you ever think about going back there, Tio," he said in a stern voice.

Not to mention how hard and suffer he was during your pregnancy with Tio. He took care of you with all of his effort.