Dear Mama,
It's the first day of 2026. It's 10 a.m. now, Ralph and Edgar are already awake, they're just resting. Angel is still sleeping. She sleeps late, Mama. As in she just slept around 6 a.m. earlier.
We had our Medya Noche last night, Mama. Edgar cooked spaghetti, although he had some problem because of his stomach, Ralph continued the preparation. They also prepared the ham I got from my company. Aside from those, I also ordered shanghai and barbecue from the apartment in front of us. We ate early as we usually do, Mama. Edgar wasn't able to eat, though because of his stomach problem. He rested early, Mama.
Things were just okay, Mama. Angel went out to the garage to check on the cats and kittens because there were people using firecrackers in our neighbors. They were setting them off on the street in front of us. It was brief, though. they were done before 1 a.m.
It will be Angel's birthday already next week, Mama. She was requesting for a party, with some of her new friends from her journal community, which were only three. I was okay with that, unfortunately, she did not push through when she realized it was just a week's preparation. She was worried they might not come since it's too short a notice. I wasn't able to help her, because I did not how to prepare. I'm sorry, Mama.
I guess that will be all for now. I'm still thinking how I can make Angel's birthday next week special. Wish you were here.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
