Dear Mama,
Happy Mother's Day!
As I mentioned in my letter yesterday, it's Mother's Day today. Another Mother's Day without you beside us.
I don't think I will ever get used to this, Mama. Holidays and celebrations without you. I just hope I am doing things right.
Happy Mother's Day, Mama!
I miss you.
I love you.
Daddy
Dear Mama,
It's May 11 - 3 days after my birthday and 1 day before Mother's Day (tomorrow being the 2nd Sunday of May).
Our children are still sleeping, Mama although it's already past 10 a.m. As you know, Ralph is working graveyard while Edgar and Angel ended past 12 a.m. in their fishball and kikiam cart in front of our house. Angel actually slept at around 5 a.m., I'm not sure about Edgar, though, Probably around 2 a.m.
I don't really have anything to say. I did the laundry earlier at 5 a.m., some of them might be dry already by now. Especially those I washed yesterday afternoon. It's hot again today, although it was a bit cloudy earlier.
It will be our 17th Mother's Day tomorrow without you, Mama. If you only you are still here, I'm sure this would have been one of the most special occasion we celebrate during the day. I'm sorry, Mama. We were not able to celebrate you enough when you were still here.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
Dear Mama,
It's official! I'm 56 years old today. I'm really old, Mama. It's inevitable. I'm not complaining. It's just that I wish there is something I can show for my getting old. Something that can make you proud of me, Mama.
Anyway, our children and I went out to eat today as usual, Mama. It's automatic for us. Probably because we never really got use to having party at home, no matter how modest it can be. It was Ralph's treat, Mama. It's been like that lately, Mama. I hope we're not draining him financially.
Angel and Edgar did not sell their fisball and kikiam tonight because we went out. Although we went home early (before 7 p.m.) Edgar decided they should take tonight as rest day. They will continue again, tomorrow.
That's all for now, Mama. Tomorrow is not my birthday anymore. So, I guess it's back to (ab)normal.
I really miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
Dear Mama,
It's past 9 p.m., Angel and Edgar our out in front of our gate, Mama. You remember Edgar's fish ball business I mentioned in my previous letter? They are there out now, selling. They started late, Mama. I think it was almost past 8 p.m. It was Angel's idea that they should start selling now. Actually, she wanted to do it herself, Mama. I just told Edgar to accompany her since it was idea anyway.
I am not sure if they already have any sales, Mama. There's not much people passing around, and you know we don't really have a good relationship with our neighbors. That's why I was silently against it, but I did not stop them.
That's all I have to say right now, Mama. 2 more sleep and I'll be 56. I'm really getting old. I'm really starting to look old actually.
Anyway, that's life. I'll be with you soon.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
Dear Mama,
It's Saturday morning, and I am done with the laundry. The sun's already hot considering it's only 8:30 a.m., but it's quite peaceful, Mama... so far. However, last night was not as peaceful. There were 2 motorcycles parked right in front of our gate. I mean, really right beside our gate, Mama. These were costumers of the grillery beside us. It wasn't the first time, Mama. Nor the second time. Last week, there was a pick-up truck parked also right beside our gate. We did not hear them parked because we do not have a dog. I just saw them when I woke up at around 12 midnight, Mama.
Of course, I went out and asked the staff of the grillery to tell their customers to remove their vehicles. It is instances like this that stresses me out, Mama. Should I just let them be, and go back to my sleep? If I allow them, it will be repeated again and again, until they will think that it's normal. Am I wrong for standing up for my right, Mama?
If only this grillery right beside us wasn't allowed in the first place, I won't be having these concerns. I won't be having these anxieties as night starts to fall in.
Is this all my fault, Mama?
Daddy
