Dear Mama,
It's 8:20 p.m. as I start this letter on a Tuesday evening. We already had our dinner, Mama. Ralph is resting and will be preparing for work in a while. I'm worried about him, Mama. He seems to be sick. He's wearing a sweater when it's so hot right now. He must have fever that's why he's feeling cold, Mama. He must have gotten tired last Saturday when he went to Manila straight from his work to meet his friends and former officemates. I asked him if he'll be able to work tonight and he said yes and he will work. I hope he'll be fine, Mama.
Edgar isn't actually well, too Mama. He has a headache. It must be due to the intense heat today. It's already evening and it's still hot, Mama. I advised him to take medicines. His arms is healing, Mama. Although I always remind him that it is not yet well. Because he might forget, get carried away, and carry heavy objects, Mama.
I guess that will be all for now, Mama. Angel and I are fine. Although Angel wasn't feeling well when she woke up this afternoon, but she's better now.
I wish you're here with us now, Mama. I miss you.
I love you, Mama.
Daddy
