Dear Mama
It's the second day of May today, 6 more days and I'll be turning 52. I'll be a year older again.
It is still within the quarantine period, so there won't be anything to expect. Ralph and Edgar are still away. Maybe I'll just cook spaghetti for us, Angel and I.
I really don't have anything much to say today. I don't know what to think anymore. I've been in limbo in the last few days. It's like I'm almost brain dead, Mama.
Don't worry, Angel won't be forsaken. I'm still taking care of her, Mama.
I guess that will be all for now.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
