Dear Mama,
It's Sunday, 8:09 p.m. As I am sitting here in front of the laptop, I still don't know what to say to you. Angel and I had coffee time earlier. We had a short talk about her plans, and her health. She just had consultation, Mama. She was required to have some laboratory examinations, which would cost quite big. So, I just said I would look for money so she can have those laboratory tests and she can go back to the doctor.
A lot of things are really going on my mind right now, Mama, but it's all jumbled and I don't know where to start, aside from Angel's condition. I am concerned about our upcoming joint meeting with the different clubs under me, being their Area Director. I am concerned about the health of our children, who are also having some health problems. In fact, I am also feeling feverish lately. And of course, I am concerned about what will happen soon in our neighborhood.
I wish you're here, Mama so I can say all these to you.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
