Dear Mama,
It's raining right here now. There is a typhoon and they say it's a super typhoon. The typhoon's name is Rolly and it's signal no. 3 in Pampanga. I just read a while ago that Metro Manila has been raised to signal no. 4. Ralph is still in Pasig. I hope he stays home and be safe, Mama.
It's November 1, and nobody's going to the cemetery. And it's not because of the typhoon, Mama. Cemeteries were ordered closed because of the COVID-19 pandemic. And the way things are going, it's looks like it will take a little longer before everything will be back to normal, especially since more people are now getting careless and complacent.
Mama, Angel has been very irritated lately. Her skin asthma has been acting up, and she sometimes can't help but scratch them, which only makes it worse for her. She's been trying to avoid eating food she thinks is triggering her eczema, but she still feel itchy and she sometimes even cry in pain. Please help her, Mama. Make Angel feel better. We don't know what to do. Help us, Mama.
Edgar finally had his last day at work last Friday, and to think his effectivity should have been September 16. But it took one-month before he can leave because he wanted to finish the project he was handling. It was delayed because of the company's faults and inefficiencies. I was actually telling him that it's no longer his concern, but he doesn't want to listen, and insisted on seeing the project finished. At least, it all done now. He is looking of a new job, and also thinking of putting his own food business.
That will be all for now, Mama. It's already getting dark even though it's only 11 a.m. I hope this typhoon won't cause so much damage.
Take care of yourself, Mama. I love you.
I miss you.
Daddy
