Dear Mama,
It's Sunday night and we just had our dinner. We did not go out tonight like we usually do on Sundays, Mama. Edgar was not feeling well and Ralph slept the whole afternoon. I just woke him up early evening to ask him if he can order food for our dinner because Edgar cannot cook, Mama.
Angel is not well, Mama. She's feeling cold every now and then. She's taking medicines, Mama. I hope she feels better soon. She'll be having her medical examination to comply with the pre-employment requirement for her new job, Mama.
As for me, I'm not really accomplishing anything, Mama. If I am not doom scrolling on my phone or tablet, I am either sleeping or playing the guitar. I am not really productive. What else is new, right?
Anyway, that will be all for this Sunday evening, Mama. Please visit my in my dream.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
