Dear Mama,
April is about to end, and then May will come. My birth month is coming and I will be 56. I'm really getting old, Mama. I know, talked about that in my past letter.
The truth, Mama is I really don't know what to say. I want to talk to you. I want to say something, but I don't know what. I feel lost, Mama. I don't know where I am now in my life and what should I do or where to go.
I know I'm not making sense, Mama.
I just wish I could be with you, Mama.
Daddy
