Dear Mama,
It's around 7:30 p.m., Saturday. It's just me and Angel at home right now, Mama. Edgar attended the birthday party of his officemate, while Ralph attended an event that he's been joining almost every week for about a month now. They'll be home probably around 10 p.m. or later.
Angel and I already had our dinner, Mama. I just ordered food for delivery. It costed me an extra money, but at least Angel was able to eat what she wanted to eat, Mama.
I don't know what to say.
The restobar beside us is under renovation and they're not operating for more than 3 weeks now. That means it's been quiet for some time, Mama. However, the renovation work is about to be finished. Probably next week, or at least after Holy Week. I don't know what to expect after that, Mama. I'm not sure if we can still enjoy quiet evenings then.
Sometimes I wish you were really reading my letters, Mama. I wish I can really talk to you.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
