Dear Mama,
Ralph has left for work. He should be reaching the terminal any minute now, Mama. Edgar is washing the dishes, and Angel is still asleep. She did not join us for dinner earlier. She'll just have her dinner when she wakes up later, Mama.
Yesterday, we went out for dinner and coffee just here in Marisol, Mama. We were supposed to leave at around 6 p.m., but it started raining. We were able to leave at around 7:30 p.m. We had ramyun first, and then we had coffee. They were just beside each near the main gate, Mama. We went home past 9 p.m.
I had a very stupid idea, Mama. I'm even laughing at myself for thinking about it. There will be an audition for an acoustic singer/performer at a restobar here in Angeles City. It's quite a popular place, Mama because a celebrity is part-owner of the place.
I have this crazy idea that I want to join the audition, Mama. It's stupid I know. I don't have a beautiful voice, I don't play the guitar well, and I'm not even good-looking to begin with. So, why am I dreaming?
I was just hoping I could still be a good performer, Mama. You know, music and humor, which is my brand. But again, I am doubting myself. Should I join, Mama?
Daddy