Thursday, April 2, 2015

Dear Mama,

The kids and I were able to go on our Visita Iglesia today. We came home at around 11 p.m., but not before treating them to a dinner, even though it's just Jollibee.

Mama, is it okay I prayed about you and Lena. You know her, right? I've been whispering her name to you. I really do not know if something would prosper from this. I just hope so. Otherwise, I don't want to go there again.

I don't think I'm making sense here. I'm sorry, Mama. Maybe I should stop for a while and write you again later. Take care of yourself, Mama. I miss you.

I love you.