Dear Mama,
It's 5:25 p.m., just finished with the laundry and done folding the clothes I washed yesterday. Although I only folded a few clothes, Mama. Most of them are not yet dry because it's already rainy season. Edgar is already preparing our dinner.
It's quarterly check up again, Mama. I had my blood extracted for the lab test yesterday. I did not yet get the result. Actually, I'm afraid to get the results. I'm always afraid to see the results, Mama. But I'm even more afraid now. Because I am feeling a lot in my body lately. I don't know if they real or just paranoia. I will have my visit to my doctor next week. I'll bring the results then, Mama.
I don't know what to say. Lately I just feel... tired. I wish you were here, Mama.
I need you.
Daddy
