Dear Mama,
It's Sunday afternoon now. We had our lunch earlier. Of course, it was prepared by Edgar. It was pork and squash stewed in coconut milk, Mama. It was delicious.
Pampanga is already under storm signal no. 3, Mama. Although there isn't much rain now, but the weather is gloomy. Edgar is preparing to leave. I hope there won't be any strong rains later. Angel is sleeping now, while Ralph is in his room.
Ralph already received a job offer, Mama. Thank you for praying for him. He's just waiting for one more confirmation, which he hopes to get by this coming week, and he will start on the 2nd of December. The only thing is that it will be onsite, Mama. It's also on graveyard shift, which he is already used to, anyway.
As for me, nothing's new, Mama. Still in my job, not much happening. I'm just waiting for my retirement age. I don't see any opportunity anytime soon. I've also stopped attending Toastmasters. I can't remember if I've already mentioned that in my previous letters. I guess I'm really getting old, Mama.
I guess, that will all for now, Mama. I wish you were here. I really miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
