Dear Mama,
It's another weekend. The second weekend of the year, Mama. Everything's good so far. Everything's quiet, Mama. I mean, everything except my mind. I never lost this anxious feeling inside me, especially when I am at home. I wish I could get rid of this.
We might go out later, Mama. We'll be going to the mall again to look for Angel's shoes. She was not able to find anything she likes last Thursday. I hope Ralph will be okay later. He's from nightshift, Mama. He's already asleep right now.
I really do not have anything much to say, Mama. I just want to talk to you. I wish I can hold your hands and embrace you now. I miss you, Mama.
Please pray for my peace.
I love you.
Daddy
