Dear Mama,
I don't know if it's a plague or something, but after Angel and Ralph, it was Edgar who got sick, and then it was me. Edgar did not go to work yesterday, Mama. He was feeling sick when he got home the other day (Tuesday), so he rested yesterday. He was taking medicine round the clock, though. He was taking Bioflu, Mama. Last night, he was feeling better already. He went back to work today, Mama.
I was already feeling something since Monday night, Mama. It got worse last night and this morning. I am also taking medicines now for my fever/flu. I was already feeling better earlier after my breakfast, but I'm feeling cold now as I'm typing here. I'm not sure if it's the fever or the weather, Mama.
We still do not have anything planned for Angel's birthday, Mama. She did not push through with the party. She wanted to have an overnight staycation, but it took a wrong turn because she excluded Ralph who has work on her birthday. Of course Ralph and I were disappointed, Mama. Also, we really cannot have an overnight stay because of the cats in the house. Add the sickness that has plagued us one by one, that's why we were not able to discuss anything on her birthday, Mama.
We might just go out on Saturday, or Sunday, if everyone is already okay. I'm sorry, Mama. I'm failing again as a father. How I really wish you were still here.
I miss you, Mama.
Daddy
