Tuesday, November 3, 2015

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.