Dear Mama,
I'm having Saturday night fever, and it's not about the Bee Gees. It's Saturday night, and I do have a fever, Mama. Flu, actually. Since Thursday I believe. It's started with a cough since Wednesday, Mama. I thought. Now my throat hurts, and I even have a running nose. I'm taking my medicines, Mama.
We already had our dinner. Ralph is out now. He's attending a trivia night, a usual activity he attends every weekend, Mama. At least he is meeting people outside of his work, and us. You know how he is social, just like you, Mama.
Tomorrow, Angel will be attending a book club. And she doesn't want me to accompany her, Mama. She wants to go on her own. I hope it will help her get out of her shell. She seldom go out, Mama. Usually, she's always with us. Anyway, the event will be just in San Fernando, Mama. So, I guess it's safe for her to go.
I guess that will be all for now, Mama. I will be resting in a while. I will just practice a little with my guitar.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you
Daddy
