Dear Mama,
It's Saturday, 6 a.m. and I'm doing the laundry. Just waiting for a few minutes before I get back to the whites. As you know, we have no washing machine, but we're fine without it.
That's not what I am writing about, though. Next Saturday, Ralph will be going back to Pasig. Of course, we'll be going there to help him set up. After that, it might take a while before he can go back home again.
You know why I am so concerned with Ralph, Mama. I know he'll do fine, I just hope he gets better, and wiser, in his life. Please guide him, Mama.
That will be all for now, Mama. I'm sorry for all my failures. I know things would have been better if only you were here.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
