Dear Mama,
It's 5 more months before my term as Area Director in Toastmasters ends. I'm dragging my feet right now. I'm exhausted. I'm glad the area contest is over. Now, I need to help the club not only survive, but thrive, Mama. That means build membership and make sure they complete their speech projects.
Why am I talking too much Toastmasters, lately? I'm sorry, Mama.
My back hurst right now, Mama. I also feel like I'm getting a fever. I don't know if it's the weather, because of too much thinking and stress, or just because of my age.
I wish you were here, Mama.
I miss you.
I love you, Mama.
Daddy
