Dear Mama,
Ralph just left for work. He is on his way to their shuttle now, Mama. He took a GrabTrike on the way to the terminal where their shuttle vehicle is waiting. I just finished washing the dishes.
Just an update on Edgar, Mama. He went to the clinic this afternoon for a check up. They said his air passage was a bit congested that's why he has difficulty breathing. He was prescribed with antibiotic and an inhaler, Mama. A puff inhaler which was a bit expensive. He said it was P400+. He is a bit better now, Mama. Although he said he will start his antibiotics tomorrow.
I just received a message from Ralph that he is already in their shuttle vehicle. Thank God he's not running late today. He has never been late, so far. But there were a lot times he only made it 3 to 5 minutes before time.
Angel scared me today, Mama. I thought I would take her to the hospital. This afternoon, she sent me a message that she has fever and we won't be able to attend the art workshop we should be attending tomorrow. I said okay, and advised her to take medicine and rest. When I arrived home from work at past 3 p.m., she looked fine, although she was hungry. I went out again to buy her siopao and Coke from Alfa Mart. While we were eating, Edgar arrived from the clinic. Then I proceeded in doing the laundry, Mama.
When I went back inside after doing the laundry, Edgar told me Angel was having difficulty breathing. When I saw her, she was indeed grasping for air, Mama. I got scared and became worried. Angel has no PhilHealth nor health insurance. But I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital, and she said no. All the while she was catching her breathe, Mama. We told her to use the nebulizer, hoping it would help her.
As the solution was almost consumed, she was still not improving, Mama. I went out to the generic drugstore here to buy some more solution. Thank God, they were selling them over-the-counter and without prescriptions, otherwise, I would have really panicked, Mama.
Then I asked them if I could also buy a puff inhaler over-the-counter, and they said yes. I took this home to Angel, Mama. Thank God, it worked she was able to eat well because we immediately had our dinner. I was even kidding her that she has already recovered because she was talking a lot during dinner, Mama.
I know we're not out of the woods, yet. I hope Edgar and Angel get completely well.
I'm sorry, Mama. All my letters lately are about our kids getting sick. Sorry, I was not able to take good care them.
Forgive me, Mama.
Daddy