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
