Dear Mama,
It's Monday. It's the start of a new week.
We just had our dinner, Mama. Ralph is now getting ready for work. I hope he moves faster. He's a bit slow, Mama. I don't like doing it, but I often nag him to hurry up. Otherwise, he'd be late.
I'm concern about his coughing, Mama. He is not getting well. He has medicine and breathalyzer. Please make him well, Mama.
Maybe I'd do some doodle art tonight, Mama. Maybe later, after Ralph has left.
Please pray for my peace, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy