Tired

Dear Mama,

It's 6:43 a.m. here, I just woke up and yet I already feel tired. It's Saturday now, Mama. The kids are still asleep. Unfortunately for me, I have to go to work. I wish I don't have work on Saturdays, Mama. Oh well, I guess there's nothing I can do about it. In a moment, I'll be going out to buy pandesal for breakfast.

By the way, Nanay is already home Mama. She was discharged last Tuesday, although it's only yesterday that I was able to visit her in Sta. Teresita. She looks better, and she said she feels better, although she is still on a soft diet. Hope she'll get better and stronger. She'll be 80 on Tuesday, and I still don't have a birthday gift for her. Help me find a gift for Nanay, Mama.

What else? Nothing's much really happening here, Mama, except of course for me whining every now and then. But you already know that. So I'll end my letter now, lest I start again with how much I miss and how I long to be with you.

Take care of yourself, Mama. I miss you.

I love you.


Daddy