Dear Mama,
I'll be turning 57 in less than 48 hours. I did not really want to go out to celebrate or anything, Mama, but Ralph said we will be going to a buffet restaurant. I was reluctant because he had to work afterwards, but he insisted. I'm still trying to convince him not to proceed. We can do it on weekend anyway.
Remember what I said in my previous letter about the grill house beside us? I said they were not loud, right? I spoke too soon, Mama. Last night, they were loud. Not as loud as the previous owners, but we can hear them. That means they are already raising their volume, Mama. I'm starting to feel anxiety attacks again every night. I wish this will end soon. We only want a quiet and peaceful night, Mama.
Anyway, that will be all for now, Mama. Edgar will be preparing our dinner soon.
I hope you will visit me on my birthday, Mama.
I miss you.
I love you.
Daddy
