Dear Mama,
It's been almost a week since my last letter, I thought I would be able to write more often. Unfortunately, I was so distracted and disorganized. My anxiety is killing me again, Mama. I'm sorry. This is the reason why I don't write as much, I know I will just whine since there's nobody here beside me.
We just finished our lunch. It's only Edgar, Angel, and I this weekend. Ralph left home early yesterday, Friday, for their company outing in Subic. He'll back tomorrow, Sunday.
As I mentioned earlier, I have been distracted by a lot of things. My anxiety is almost killing me, Mama. There are developments again in the grill beside us, they are having it renovated. And based from what I was told by their employee, they will be having live bands again, Mama. It will be noisy again beside us, and there's nothing I can do. I'm useless, Mama.
If only I became rich and successful, they won't be doing this to us. I'm such a failure, Mama. I cannot protect our children. I'm sorry.
I'm really tired, Mama. I want to go home and be with you.
Daddy
