It was raining heavily and the wind was blowing in Manila that night. Glaiza had just finished her duty at a public hospital. Tired, hungry, and soaked, he was walking home to his rented bedroom when he saw a lump on the side of the trash can. A man, lying on his back, face covered in mud and blood, and shivering from the cold. Her outfit was a torn garment that looked like it hadn’t been washed for months. A lot of people are passing by, but everyone is refusing and avoiding. Others even kicked the man’s foot to get him out of the way.

As a nurse, Glaiza couldn’t stand what she saw. He approached. “Brother? “Are you okay?” he asked. The man didn’t answer, but his eyes widened with fear and confusion. Glaiza saw a deep wound on her head. He knew that if he left her, he would die of infection or hypothermia. Despite the fear that he might be a bad person, Glaiza’s heart prevailed. He nodded to the man. It was heavy, but he forced himself on a tricycle and took him to his small apartment.

Within a few weeks, Glaiza became the man’s nurse. He bathed her, treated her wounds, and dressed her in her late father’s old clothes. When the man came out, Glaiza was surprised. It’s handsome. He had a stubborn nose, smooth skin that had just been covered with dirt, and a demeanor of respectability. But there’s a problem—it doesn’t remember anything. He didn’t know his name or where he came from. All he knew was fear. Glaiza called him “Kiko.”

Since Kiki had nowhere to stay, Glaiza agreed to stay there while she was recovering. Kiko has been very kind. She cleaned the house, cooked, and took care of Glaiza when she came home from work. Despite his lack of memory, Kiki was smart. He’s good at English and knows complex things, but he doesn’t know why he knows those. Living in a small room, they fell in love with each other. Glaiza loved Kiko not for who she was, but for who she is now—kind, loving, and loyal.

Their marriage, however, was not a secret. Neighbors and the landlady learned that there was a “grease man” in Glaiza’s bedroom. The gossip began. “Oh, Nurse Glaiza, there’s a beggar with a beggar!” “No, it could be a disease!” Things got worse when their love blossomed. Glaiza was pregnant.

When he found out about it at the hospital, he became a target of temptation. Doctors and nurses who used to admire her hard work are now refusing. “I love you, Glaiza. Your future is bright, you just ruined it for someone who has no name and no money,” her Head Nurse said. Due to “immorality” and pressure from judgmental co-workers, Glaiza’s contract was not renewed. She lost her job while pregnant.

She went home to the apartment in tears. Kiko nodded at him. “I’m sorry, Glaiza. It’s my fault. “I’m a burden to you,” Kiki cried. “No, Kiko. I love you. “We can do it,” Glaiza replied. But the struggle didn’t end there. The next day, the Landlady slammed her door. “Glaiza! Get out of here! I don’t want to have any bugs in my apartment! “Your wife must have been in a bad mood!”

They were expelled. Glaiza and Kiko had no choice but to carry their meager belongings and live in a barong near the railway tracks. They have experienced great hardship. Glaiza, despite being pregnant, sells food. Kiko was selling bottles and newspapers. At one point, when he was relaxed, Kiko bought a rose for Glaiza. “I can’t give you a palace, I promise, you won’t be alone,” Kiko said.

One day, while Kiko was in the market to sell his goods, a convoy of expensive cars passed by. A black Rolls Royce and three Land Cruisers. They were stopped by traffic. Kiko looked in the mirror of the Rolls Royce. He saw a reflection of himself. Suddenly, his head snapped up. Severe pain. It felt like a root had burst. He fell to his knees in the street, holding his head, screaming.

“Sir! “Sir!” the crowd shouted.

Inside the Rolls Royce, an elderly woman saw the man kneeling outside. The eyes of the world widened. “Stop the car! “Right now!” shouted the driver.

The Donya came down with bodyguards with high caliber guns. People were in a riot. They thought something was going to happen. The world came to Kiko who was suffering from the disease. He grabbed her face.

“Miguel? Child?! “Is that you?” cried the world.

Kiko looked up. When he saw the old man’s face, the door of his memory suddenly opened. The Accident. He fell off the cliff. It’s His Name. It’s his life.

“Mom…” Kiko whispered before he lost consciousness.

Kiko (whose real name is Miguel) was taken to the best hospital. Glaiza found out what had happened from the rumors in the market. “Your wife was taken away by the rich.” It might be worth it!”

Glaiza was terrified. Pregnant and penniless, he rushed to the hospital where Kiki was taken. The guards stopped him because of his ugly appearance. “Shut up here!” shouted the guard. “My wife is inside!” “Come on!” cried Glacio.

Doña Consuelo, the owner of Asia’s largest Shipping Lines, came out on top. He heard Glaiza’s scream.

“Bring him in,” the world commanded.

When Glaiza entered the bedroom, she saw Kiko—Miguel—lying on a soft bed, clean, in dextrose, surrounded by doctors. It looks very different. He looked like a prince.

Glaiza approached, trembling. “Kiko?”

Michael blinked. He looked at Glaiza. For a few seconds, Glaiza was nervous. Her memory may have come back and she doesn’t know him anymore. He may have been able to get away with it because he was rich.

Michael smiled. He reached out to Glaiza’s hand.

“Glaiza… “It’s Miguel,” he said.

Glaiza was stunned. He was not forgotten.

Doña Consuelo told it all. Miguel went missing a year ago after being ambushed and the vehicle fell into a ravine. They thought it was dead. He was a billionaire, a Harvard graduate, and an heir to the empire.

Michael turned to his mother. “Mom, this girl… He was the one who brought me back to life at a time when I couldn’t remember. He was the one who clothed, fed, and loved me when I was a fat man who was shunned by the world. She is pregnant with my son.”

Doña Consuelo approached Glaiza. Glaiza’s idea that the world would be angry is wrong. She hugged him tightly. “Thank you, Daughter. Thank you for taking care of my son. I owe you my life.”

Soon after, Michael was healed. He returned to his hometown, not to live, but to make those who oppressed him face the truth. She arrived in a helicopter, accompanied by Glaiza in a designer dress.

The Landlady who evicted them almost died when Miguel bought the entire apartment complex and the land on which it lived. “I’m buying it,” Miguel said, “to demolish and build a free hospital for the poor. And you’re going to find a place to live.”

Glaiza’s co-workers at the hospital who mocked her? They were shocked to learn that the new owner of the hospital was Miguel’s family.

Glaiza called the head nurse who scolded her. “Ma’am,” said Glaiza, “I will not retaliate. However, the next time you see someone who is fat or poor, don’t judge them. With the back of the stool, they also have a beating heart.”

Michael and Glaiza were married in a grand ceremony. Their son was born the heir to billions of fortunes. But more than money, they grew it up with a love story that began on the side of the road—a love that looked not at outward appearances, but at the outward appearance.

Glaiza proved that true wealth is not seen in the wallet, but in the person. And the one who is willing to love in the midst of despair is the one who is most blessed in the end.