Dear Mama,
We came home tonight at around 8:30 p.m., the kids and I. It's Friday and we went to the mall, Mama. We had our dinner there, courtesy of Ralph. And then we had coffee, courtesy of Edgar. It's sort of something we had been doing for the last couple of Fridays, Mama.
It wasn't really intentional, Mama. Sometimes I would send them a message in our group chat that I won't go straight home after work. I'd say I'd to SM Clark or Nepo Mall in Angeles, since it's Friday and I can do the laundry tomorrow morning. And then they would meet me wherever I might be.
Next Friday will be your birthday, Mama. Although the kids and I might not be able to celebrate because they will attending the birthday of their niece who has the same birthday as you, Mama. You and your granddaughter share the same birthday, Mama. I'm not sure though if we're going to go out to celebrate on Saturday, Mama.
That will be all for now, Mama. I hope I can come up with something so we can celebrate your birthday next week.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
