Dear Mama,
It's Friday night, and every weekend (Friday and Saturday), there are singers in the grill bar beside us. The good thing is that they are not as loud as the previous owners, Mama. The new owners have installed soundproofing materials. Although not really zero noise, at least it's not as loud as the one before the lockdown in 2020.
We already had our dinner, Mama. Although Edgar is not yet here. It was just the three of us - Ralph, Angel, and me. We just bought food from a Korean restaurant in highway, Mama because I don't know what to cook. Because it was Edgar who has been doing the cooking, I don't know how to cook anymore. I'm still trying sometimes, but most of the time I just buy food, Mama.
Edgar went out with his officemates, Mama. He said they will be going out to dinner. He might be late because they might go for coffee after dinner. I just hope the car parked in front of us leaves before Edgar arrives home. He might get annoyed again. Anyway, he will be getting his motorcycle soon, Mama. I will now just worry endlessly. I hope he stays calm and safe will riding his motorcycle.
I don't know if I will still push through in releasing my original songs to Spotify, Mama. I will shell out at least P10k for my initial song because I will have to buy an account. I don't know if it's worth it. I think it's just a selfish whim. I can just use that money for more important stuff. I don't know, Mama. I'm confused.
I guess that will all for now, Mama. I hope you will visit me in my dream.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
