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.
