Nightmare... future... and disgrace

Dear Mama,

Last Monday night (or Tuesday dawn), I heard Ralph shouting. Half-asleep, I run to his room. His eyes were closed, although he was talking and asked me to stay there. It seemed he had a nightmare, Mama. So I slept right beside him then.

Tomorrow, will the homecoming Mama. The time where I will dance in front of a big crowd. I'm sorry, Mama. I had to do it for the batch. Anyway, it will the first and last time. I promise, Mama.

2010 is almost over, and soon it will 2011. I don't know what to think, what to expect. I don't even to go there anymore, Mama. I'm tired... really tired. I wish I could go to you.

I miss you Mama. I love you.


Daddy