Dear Mama,
We just arrived home, Angel, Edgar, and I. We went out and walked to McDonalds in Highway for sundae ice cream. Depression is getting to be expensive, Mama. I took the kids out so I would forget how I feel, and at same time spend some time with them. It was nice, talking to the kids sans the gadgets. I just wish I can tell them everything that's happening inside me.
That will be all for now, Mama. Lest I will tell you again how I wish you were here.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
