Edgar's 27th

 Dear Mama,

    Today is Edgar Allan's 27th birthday. We had two celebrations, Mama. First was last Sunday, where we had hot pot buffet at Panda restaurant in SM City Clark, and another one today where we had early dinner in Champa's Mexican restaurant, also in SM Clark.

    Our initial plan was only last Sunday because Angel have work today. But since both Ralph and Edgar already filed leave of absence for today, they decided we should still celebrate since Angel won't be working until 6 p.m. As a result we had 2 celebrations, Mama.

    It was okay because Edgar and Ralph shared in the bill. I really wouldn't want to, but I'm having problem in finances right now, Mama. We did not have cake, though. Edgar does not want to have one. Actually, he's trying to avoid sweets, Mama. He feels he is getting bigger.

    After dinner, we roam around the mall a bit. Then Angel proceeded to her work, while the 2 boys and I went to grocery shopping.

    How I wish you were with us in celebrations like this, Mama.

    I miss you.

    I love you.

                                                                                            Daddy

A short letter before a meeting

 Dear Mama,

    I will be attending another meeting in a while, and I thought I'd write a short letter while waiting. I will be the General Evaluator in a club where I am the assigned coach. Too bad it is late when they have finally reorganized and started getting back on track. The current Toastmaster year will end on June 30, Mama. That means there won't be enough time for them to build up the minimum points to land in the Distinguished Club column. That means I failed as a coach, Mama.

    Angel left early for work today, Mama. She is on graveyard shift until probably on the third week of April. She's getting the hang of it, although she is realizing she do not like the graveyard shift. 

    It will be Edgar's birthday on Tuesday, Mama. We will be going out tomorrow for an early celebration because Angel has work on Tuesday. Too bad because Edgar and Ralph already filed a leave for Tuesday. Angel's graveyard schedule only started this week.

    Anyway, I will be preparing for now, Mama. I wish you can join us in the celebration.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                            Daddy

Working on my next speech

 Dear Mama,

    I'm working on my next speech right now. I mean, I'm trying to. I cannot focus, though. I'm waiting for the payments for the Toastmasters renewal. We still are still not able to complete the minimum 20-member requirement, Mama. If I received the payments tonight we will reach 18 renewed members, and we still need 2 more. The deadline is March 31st, Mama.

    I've been stressing out on this. It seems I won't be able to complete the 20 before the 31st. Probably after that, or at least the first week of April at the soonest. However, that doesn't qualify the club as completed before month-end. But I have to settle for that. I am not an effective leader, Mama. Anyway, it will just be 3 months and my term will be over.

    I will have to stop now, Mama. I will try to write my speech while waiting.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

        

                                                                                                Daddy

Just finished another meeting

 Dear Mama,

    Just finished another Toastmasters meeting in our club via Zoom. I don't know why, Mama, but I always feel tired after every Zoom meeting. It's more tiring than the face to face meeting. That seems to be ironic for an introvert like me. Also, I get anxious at all the noises I hear in our neighborhood.

    Tomorrow, Edgar will be attending a baptism. He will be a godfather to one of his college classmate's child. I think I forgot to tell you, the baptism where Angel was supposed to be a godmother did not push through. It was postponed and there is still no advise when.

    That will be all for now, Mama. I really feel tired. I wish I could rest with you.

    Good night, Mama. I miss you.

    I love you.

                                                                                    Daddy

I joined a new group

 Dear Mama,

    I joined a new group just now. I saw it on Facebook and they will have an event this Saturday in Friendship. It is a group of songwriters who are based in Angeles City, Mama. I don't even know if I will belong, but I joined anyway. I am planning to attend the event on Saturday and watched the members play their original songs. Maybe, someday I might share my original songs in future events.

    That's really all the news I can share right now, Mama. Everything's still the same. Maybe, aside from the fact that my back hurts more often lately, nothing is really significant.

    I hope you will watch me I perform my original songs, Mama. Until my next letter.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                            Daddy

Angel's Godmother duties

Dear Mama,

    Our baby Angel will be a godmother to her niece on Sunday. It will be her first from your side of the family. I do not have the details yet, but she will be accompanied by her brothers. I will stay here at home on Sunday.

    I went to the doctor for my quarterly check up this afternoon, Mama. The doctor said my lab results were good, we just need to continue with my medicines. I guess it's just okay. I never get to exercise anyway. 

    Well, I guess that's all I can say for now, Mama. I'm keeping my letters brief so I won't be tempted to whine.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                Daddy

 

Dear Mama,

 Dear Mama,

    Here I am again, nothing good to say and yet I am writing to you. Well, at least it's Friday. We had our meeting at Toastmasters today, Mama. I have about 7 more meetings to go as the President. Finally, it will be over, Mama. I can rest.

    Angel is not feeling well right now, Mama. She had a little drink and she was brought home by her co-worker. She's a bit better now compared to when she arrived this afternoon. I guess I'm really messing up, Mama. I'm sorry.

    People do not realize how such a failure I am, Mama.

    If only you were here, things would have been better, much better.

    I'm sorry, Mama.

    

                                                                                            Daddy

P.S. I love you.

Sometimes I want to quit

 Dear Mama,

    It's less than 4 months to go before the end of my term as president of our club, and I almost want to quit. It's not getting easier, Mama. Renewals are now getting harder. I won't be able to complete the needed 20 members before the end of March. 

    I wish I can be a better president, Mama. 

    I wish I can hold your hand.

                                                                                        Daddy