Dear Mama,
It's December 24, Christmas eve. It's 7:30 a.m. now, Mama. Ralph is resting, he just came from work. Edgar just woke up, and Angel is also resting. She did not sleep last night, Mama.
I still have no plans for tonight, Mama. I'm sorry. It's Edgar who is preparing for our Noche Buena now. We have no programs. I'm sorry I stopped with our family Christmas party, Mama. But our gifts are all complete. They are, however, less than the gifts we bought in previous years.
I still breathe anxiety, Mama. I know it has nothing to do with the holiday rush.
I wish you were here.
I miss you, Mama. Please pray for my peace.
I love you.
Daddy
