Dear Mama,
It's the last day of 2024. It's new year's eve, Mama. Although, it's still 10:14 am right now and it's hot. It's a bit cloudy, though. Sometimes the sun would peek, but most of the times it's hiding behind the clouds.
Edgar just arrived home from the wet market in Pampang. He insisted to buy our Medya Noche there, Mama. That's right, he's the one preparing it again tonight. We did not buy any noisemakers nor costumes for tonight, Mama. We will just eat later, probably earlier than 12 midnight.
I went to La Pieta early this morning, Mama. I walked, and when I got there I was tired. I'm not really the same anymore, Mama. I'm really getting old. I used to take long walks and they don't bother me. But now, that's no longer the case. I also feel a nagging pain on my left knee, Mama.
Anyway, I guess that will be all for now, Mama. I hope 2025 will be better for us, especially the kids. Please continue to guide us, Mama. Please pray for my peace.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
