Dear Mama,
Last Saturday, August 6, I was again included in the line up of performers of our songwriters club, and I sang 3 of my original songs. I was still nervous, Mama. My voice was still cracking up, but I managed to survive. Now, I'm not sure if I wanted to pursue this or not. If only I was half as good as you were in singing, Mama.
Mama, do I really inspire other people? I have been told this a number of times, and recently someone told me again that I am one of his inspiration. I don't even know him personally, Mama. It's good that I am inspiring other people, but I do find it hard to believe. You know how I get discouraged many times, and I am doing things afraid all the time.
Anyway, I don't even know what to say, Mama. I just really couldn't believe it. I hope I don't discourage them when I rant.
That will be all for now, Mama. Will be preparing for our Toastmasters meeting in a while.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
