Dear Mama,
I did not go to work today, I took a sick leave today, Mama. I was actually feeling better earlier, but now I don't know. My back hurts, I feel weak, and I feel anxious, Mama.
I am taking paracetamol. I guess the effect of the one I took earlier is already fading, Mama. If that's even the term for it. You know what I mean.
I want to sleep, but I can't. I'm waiting for the garbage truck, Mama. Although I am not sure if they will come today. It's more than 2 weeks that our garbage have not been collected. Ralph and Angel must have been sleeping when they came previously. The garbage truck do not even knock on the houses, they just pass through. You'll be able to give your garbage only when you actually caught them coming. Otherwise, they will just pass quickly.
Anyway, that will be all for now, Mama. I'll try to shut my eyes for a while.
I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
