I wish I could sing well

 Dear Mama,

    June 4 is already fast approaching, and as I've mentioned before I will be performing 3 of my original compositions on that day. I don't know why I agreed, maybe I really just wanted my songs to be heard, Mama. The problem is my voice. I don't have a beautiful voice, Mama. My fellow songwriters are all singers and are all performing in different venues. Did I make the wrong decision, Mama?

    I wish I could sing well. I guess I will just have to face the consequences and humiliate myself.

    I really wish you were here, Mama. I miss you.

    I love you, Mama.

                                                                                        Daddy

I got a new guitar

 Dear Mama,

    I got a new guitar! Edgar bought me a guitar, Mama. It's quite expensive, but he said Ralph and Angel will share with the payments, as he used his credit card to pay for it. I guess it's really getting quite serious, Mama. I am really into writing songs now, and I will use the guitar when I perform some of my songs on June 4.

    If only I am at least half as good as you, Mama. I could do justice to my own songs. Anyway, it's the message I'm delivering, I'll just add humor to my performances, and hopefully it will let me pass. I'm just glad I have an opportunity to let my songs be heard. I hope I will be able to make you proud, Mama.

    That will be all for now, Mama.

    I miss you and I love you.

                                                                                            Daddy

Happy anniversary, Mama!

 Happy anniversary, Mama!

    First, I would like to apologize to you because as I was writing my letter last night, it did not occur to me it was the eve of our anniversary. I'm sorry, Mama. Must be the stress, the weather, and everything else in my mind. Please forgive me.

    Today would have been our 36th year when you first said yes and agreed to be my girlfriend, Mama. Although it was more out of pity that you said yes because you wanted to help me. I was aware of that, that's why I did everything to prove myself to you, Mama. Thank you for the chance you have given me. You were the only one accepted me. Thank you very much. I love you, Mama.

    We weren't able to celebrate today, because aside from it slipped my mind (sorry), our schedules don't seem to match on weekdays, especially today. Angel just left for work, Edgar is probably on his way home now, and Ralph is in Cebu. Will try to catch up one weekend to celebrate, Mama.

    I am getting ready for Toastmasters meeting right now, Mama. It's 5:30 p.m., and the meeting will start at 7 p.m. I still have one and a half hour to prepare because I will be delivering a speech. Also trying to get things tidied up here.

    That will be all for now, Mama. 

    I miss you.

    Happy anniversary, Mama! I love you.

                                                                                    Daddy

Under the weather

Dear Mama,

    I'm feeling under the weather right now. It seems like I'm going down with a flu, I hope I will be okay tomorrow morning so I can still work. The rain was heavy this afternoon, Mama. I was assisting Angel who was going to work. I went out to call a tricycle for her, otherwise she'd be late. I had an umbrella, but it was really a heavy rain, and the wind was strong. I have not taken any paracetamol yet, Mama. I just took my maintenance medicine. Maybe later, I'll take paracetamol.

    Ralph is in Cebu right now, Mama. He is with his friends. He left this morning. He must be okay cause he's not sending any messages. He will stay there until Sunday. 

    Angel, as I've mentioned earlier, is already at work. As you know, she's on graveyard shift. She seems okay. She still had not gotten an Add A Line customer. Even though she's doing good at work, she won't get any bonus nor commendation until she gets an "add a line" call.

    It's only Edgar and I right now at home, with the 3 dogs. We just finished our dinner, Mama, that's why I was able to take my maintenance medicine. Edgar is washing the dishes now.

    It's still raining hard here, Mama. I hope it won't be raining this hard tomorrow at dawn so Angel can get home safely.

    I will be performing again next month on our Songwriters Night, Mama. I hope I won't humiliate myself this time. I will need to buy a new guitar, so I will have something to use and not just borrow from the other members.

    I guess I have said all I wanted to say, Mama. I'll be taking paracetamol in a while. Wish you were here right now.

    I miss you, Mama. I love you.

                                                                                        Daddy

 

Turning 54

Dear Mama,

    It's past 10:00 p.m. now, and in less than 2 hours, I will be turning 54. I'm getting old, Mama. Actually, I have been feeling lots of pains in my body already, I easily get tired, and I am almost always sleepy. I still don't know what we will be doing tomorrow. I'm too lazy to go out because tomorrow is also Mother's Day, and for sure there will be lots of people everywhere.

    Speaking of Mother's Day, it will be another Mother's Day for  us without you, Mama. Happy Mother's Day, Mama. We miss you.

    I feel sleepy now. I wanted to wait for 12 midnight for my birthday, I am not sure if I will be able to do that.

    Anyway, I will end my letter for now, Mama. I will just update you on how we will be celebrating birthday, if ever.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                Daddy

 

I humiliated myself

 Dear Mama,

    I'm not sure if I have told you already, I joined a group of songwriters here in Angeles City. I found the group in Facebook, and when they had a Songwriters Night last March, I attended and witnessed the performance of some of the talented members. Last Saturday, April 30th, there was another Songwriters Night, and one of the performers gave me one of his slot. Every performer were allowed to perform 3 of their original compositions, and my new friend, Ryan, gave me his last slot so I can showcase one of my compositions.

    I thought I could do it, Mama, and I agreed. He lent me his guitar during my performance. I didn't know what happened, Mama. I practiced a lot in our house and really expected I would be performing smoothly. For some reason, I became so nervous while I was singing, and my voice would not come out. It's like I was whispering all throughout the song, Mama. I humiliated myself in front of a lot of people.

    It was a good thing I did not invite any of my Toastmasters friend. I did not even bring the kids with me. I was all alone, with a lot of who do not really know me. Well, I guess they know me now. I'm sure they won't forget me, albeit for an embarrassing reason. I guess I should start somewhere.

    Anyway, I'll be turning 54 on Monday, Mama. Incidentally, it will also be Mother's Day. So, advance happy Mother's Day, Mama! I don't have plans for that day. 

    I guess that will be all for now, Mama.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                            Daddy