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.
Dadd
