Homecoming 1: Provincial Beginnings
Carlota was smiling from ear to ear as she spotted the iron gates of her family estate. She was finally home for the first time in six years. A life in the UK was fun, albeit filled with hardships, especially for an average working class Filipina, but all that she could think of now was giving her mother a big hug and introduce her husband, whom she had met in Ireland. Conor drove the SUV, while Carly—a nickname she chose for herself upon arriving in the UK years ago—sat on the passenger seat guiding her husband through the uneven, rocky path of the family estate, leading to an elegant Spanish-era mansion in a large open field. “You never told me you were rich, love” Conor said in his Irish accent, in awe of the beautiful …