tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87232084701945031892024-03-14T03:39:27.052-07:00Letters To Mamamaybe there's an internet in heaven...Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comBlogger1096125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-46230212920699696172024-03-14T03:38:00.000-07:002024-03-14T03:38:55.253-07:00My quarterly doctor's visit<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I went to the doctor this afternoon for my quarterly exam. I brought my laboratory results from last week for his reading. I asked what SGPT is because it was the only one in my lab test that was high, and he said it refers to the liver. He was wondering why it spiked. He asked if I have been drinking alcohol lately, I said I was only drinking beer occasionally, and far intervals in between.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> The doctor removed my medicine for cholesterol, Mama. He said it might be the one causing it. Apparently, it was one of the side effects of the medicine for cholesterol maintenance. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> He also gave me antibiotic for my cough, Mama. Because I mentioned I've been coughing since the first week of March, and he said it's been too long, so he gave me a prescription for antibiotic. And you know how antibiotics are, Mama. They cost an arm and a leg. I already bought them on my way home. I was not able to buy any of my other medicines, Mama because I have no enough money left. Anyway, I still have some left here at home.</span></span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I guess that will be all for now, Mama. I hope this cough will end soon. It's very annoying, and oftentimes embarrassing when I can't hold it when I'm in public.</span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I really wish you were here still with us, Mama. I miss you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I love you, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-675499861766030262024-03-05T17:20:00.000-08:002024-03-05T17:20:53.682-08:00Sick leave today<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I did not go to work today. I called in sick, Mama. Rather, I texted in sick. I've been under the weather since Saturday evening, Mama. I started coughing that night, and it worsened on Sunday. But I had to report to work on Monday because otherwise I would be required to get medical certificate because it's after a weekend. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I think my feeling worsened at the office because the a/c was so cold. I had fever Monday night, but I still reported back to work on Tuesday. And again, Mama, I felt worse. As soon as I arrived home yesterday, I lied down to rest. I was not able to do the laundry. I had body pains all over, Mama. When Edgar arrived home from work yesterday, he was also not feeling well. He too, immediately lied down.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Edgar went to work today, Mama while I opted to rest. Otherwise, I might spread the virus at the office. I hope they won't require me to submit medical certificate because it's only just one day. My cough has gotten worse, Mama. I drink lots of water, because my throat feels so dry.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I wish you're here now, Mama so you can take care of us. I miss you, Mama. Especially in times like this.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I love you, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-72596469721165716802024-03-02T04:21:00.000-08:002024-03-02T04:21:29.326-08:00Nanay's 94th birthday<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> We celebrated Nanay's 94th birthday yesterday and today at Morong, Bataan. It was a sort of Dela Cruz family outing slash reunion. Koya Boy and Ate Let usually comes home from Guam and Canada every year for Nanay's birthday. This year they decided to celebrate it via overnight stay in a resort in Morong, Bataan.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> It was Ralph and Edgar who coordinated with their cousins for the preparation, including the share in the expenses. It was a good break for the kids, Mama. We arrived home this afternoon. I immediately did the laundry to lessen the dirty clothes because the last I did the laundry was Wednesday afternoon.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> That's all I can share for now, Mama. Wish you were here, I'm sure they would have requested for your relyenong bangus.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> I miss you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> I love you.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-12203127513543681112024-02-28T05:58:00.000-08:002024-02-28T05:58:50.330-08:00Back at dreaming again<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Here I am dreaming again. Because I am done with the Area joint clubs' meeting and Area speech contest, I am back at dreaming again in releasing my original songs, Mama. I hope it will finally come true soon.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I've been asking for the process, Mama. A fellow songwriter told me the step-by-step process on how to go through it, and suggested studios he went to in recording his songs. An old companion in KFC then also sent me a message and offered to arrange my song for free.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I guess there's no turning back this time, Mama. I hope you're proud of me.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I miss you, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I love you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-30022796258358691742024-02-19T04:28:00.000-08:002024-02-19T04:28:20.550-08:00How can I?<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's eating me again. How can I uncover what I've been hiding deep inside, Mama? How can I tell our children? Will they still accept me once they knew the truth? Should I tell them?</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I don't know what to do, Mama. This one burden that I have been carrying all these years. I don't know how long I can still hide it.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Help me, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-43620487647211206042024-02-16T06:29:00.000-08:002024-02-16T06:29:06.846-08:00How can I keep myself calm and at peace?<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Just finished our Toastmasters meeting via Zoom. It's past 10pm now, Mama. I'm about to sleep, but I thought I'll write a short letter. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Edgar did not work today, Friday, because he has fever when he came home yesterday. He still has fever when I came home this afternoon, although I think right now he is no longer as hot as he was this morning. He's taking medicines round the clock, Mama. He is already sleeping now. I hope he feels better soon.</span> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> The constructions in the grillery beside us is already finished and they have officially opened, Mama. They are not as loud as the previous ones that used to be there, but there are vehicles parked in front of our house right now. I guess this will be how it will be in the days to come. And it's making me anxious, Mama.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> If only it's easy just to move away from here, but we don't have the money to do that. Also, because of my experience here, I feel that there is no guarantee I won't be encountering the same experiences in other places if we relocate. I know, Mama... I'm crazy.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> It's really so hard when you have no one to tell these things to. I wish you were here, Mama.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> </span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-78392419039526471162024-02-14T04:57:00.000-08:002024-02-14T04:57:14.268-08:00Valentine's day<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's Valentine's day, and I do not know if I should greet you a happy valentine's day. This day will never be the same for me since you left us exactly 16 years ago, Mama. I understand why you had to go then, Mama. You've been fighting for us for so long, and you deserved to rest.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I'm sorry for speaking in this tone again, Mama. Anyway, the children and I just arrived home. We ate at a nearby eatery, just within the neighborhood,</span> Mama. Because while I don't like to celebrate this day, it would be unfair for our kids not to. I also bought a valentine cake for our Angel, Mama. She liked it.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I don't know what to say in my letter. Please guide me, Mama. Please smile for me.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> I miss you, Mama.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I love you.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-87601242181271468172024-02-12T04:28:00.000-08:002024-02-12T04:28:11.778-08:00Not a good update<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Something's moved. Something has changed in the grillery beside us. They continued working again on their makeshift gate beside. Looks like they'll be making a proper gate, and that means their entrance will be right beside us.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I don't know how this will impact my anxiety but just imagining the noise they will create already makes me anxious.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Right now I don't know what do, or even what to think. I still don't understand why this grillery has been allowed to open right beside us.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I'm feeling weak, Mama. I wish you were here.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-16769577683867587692024-02-10T15:44:00.000-08:002024-02-10T15:44:38.777-08:00Lazy Sunday<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's 7:30 a.m., Sunday morning. The kids are still sleeping right now. Edgar actually woke up already earlier to wrap the lumpiang shanghai just to get them ready, afterward he went back to sleep, I am also with my early morning laundry. So, it's a sort of a laid back and lazy Sunday right now, Mama.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> We usually go out for grocery shopping during Sunday morning, Mama. But I no longer have enough money, so we skipped this routine today. Anyway, I'm just trying to relax, as you know I just finished my Area contest, and just trying to wait for my term to end. Probably doing some Director's tasks along the way.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I am also trying to enjoy the quiet Sunday morning, Mama. By quiet, I'm not just referring to the environment, but especially my head. I just turned on the electric kettle so I can enjoy my second coffee for today.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> I guess that will be all for now, Mama. I wish I can be with you soon.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> I miss you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> I love you.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-53743480019014159942024-02-06T02:18:00.000-08:002024-02-06T02:18:56.687-08:00What next?<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's 5 more months before my term as Area Director in Toastmasters ends. I'm dragging my feet right now. I'm exhausted. I'm glad the area contest is over. Now, I need to help the club not only survive, but thrive, Mama. That means build membership and make sure they complete their speech projects.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Why am I talking too much Toastmasters, lately? I'm sorry, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> My back hurst right now, Mama. I also feel like I'm getting a fever. I don't know if it's the weather, because of too much thinking and stress, or just because of my age.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I wish you were here, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I miss you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I love you, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-53943642190338321862024-02-03T06:16:00.000-08:002024-02-03T06:16:23.625-08:00I'm glad it's over<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> The Area speech contest is finally over. We held it this morning, as I mentioned yesterday, Mama. It was really a great relief to have this off my shoulders finally. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I was tensed all throughout the whole program, Mama. However, everyone says it was great. I'm glad they see it that way.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Right now, I am tired. Actually, not just tired. I feel drained, Mama. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> But I am really glad it's over. I can breathe for now.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I wish you're proud of me, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I miss you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I love you, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-73066917907686905892024-02-02T03:09:00.000-08:002024-02-02T03:09:33.007-08:00One more sleep<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> </span>The Area contest will be tomorrow, I don't know if I can sleep tonight. Anyway, everything has been covered already... I hope. I'm nervous, Mama. I don't really like this.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> <span> </span> I wish you were here, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> <span> </span> I love you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-8257582999007305072024-01-27T16:02:00.000-08:002024-01-27T16:02:58.177-08:006 days to go<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> 6 more days to go before our Area contest and I'm stressing myself to death. I'm not even sure if I can make it to that day. Anyway, I hope everything will be okay. There are still a lot things to iron out, though.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Angel and I attended a bookbinding workshop, Mama. She enjoyed the event. I will be looking for more activities like that so she can go out and enjoy, at the same time meet other people.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's so cold these past few days, Mama. As they say, the ice are melting in the North Pole.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I wish I can hug you right now, Mama. Not just because it's cold.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I miss you, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I love you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> </p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-52350932766111766112024-01-23T06:20:00.000-08:002024-01-23T06:20:23.096-08:00Tired<p> </p><p>Mama, I'm tired.</p><p>Sorry. I have no one to tell this to.</p><p><br /></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-82716241382891718752024-01-16T04:19:00.000-08:002024-01-16T04:19:13.753-08:00Someone tried to break in<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Someone tried to break in our house last night. I already felt it this morning, when I woke up I found the window of my room wide open. No wonder I felt so cold when I woke up, Mama. I asked our children but none of them opened the window.</span> I tried to dismiss the thought, Mama. It was around 4:30 a.m. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> As I went the back to get take out the trash as I usually do every morning, I saw my cutter and pair of pliers outside near the door of the dirty kitchen. I was surprised because these were in the garage in front. Again, I asked the children but none of them used the cutter and pliers, neither did they put them at the back. I went to see the container at the garage, and saw the other cutter also displaced from its original position.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> This strengthened my suspicion, Mama. But I'm still trying to fight it. So, Edgar and I went to work. Around 10:00 a.m. Ralph sent a message in our group chat, and he sent a photo. It was something that looked like a homemade lockpick that he found in the garage, in front of our door. I felt that confirmed what I felt - someone indeed tried to break into our house last night! And I'm sure it wasn't just one person, Mama.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> This might have not happened if we had a dog. Since the death of Fluffy, G, and Loki last year I never took a dog anymore, Mama. I felt I won't be able to take care of them. Now, it looks like I really need a dog.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> I'm getting paranoid now, Mama. If anything happened to us here, no one will help us. Nobody like us here, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> I don't even know if it's safe to sleep tonight.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> I wish you were here, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-47984477587741935672024-01-10T03:48:00.000-08:002024-01-10T03:48:23.693-08:00And then...<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> We were able to celebrate Angel's birthday yesterday. We ate at an unli-steak restaurant just within our neighborhood, Mama. We were only able to eat 2 steaks each, which were thin mind you. But we also ate other food like chicken, fries, and spaghetti. It was Ralph's treat for Angel, Mama.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Now, I don't know what happened but there seem to be some tension inside the house. I think we really need to move from here, Mama. There's been too much negative energy that perhaps we have accumulated through the years. Probably, because of me.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Ralph is still not here, but he's on the way home, Mama. He reported at their office today. He'll be working until Friday, and Monday next week he'll be starting in his new company. It was fortunate that the new work came right in time, Mama. I hope he will grow there. I wish all our children will grow in their career and profession this year, Mama. So</span> that they can prepare for the future.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I guess that will be all for now, Mama. I miss you.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> I love you, Mama.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-68426377937534544702024-01-07T14:34:00.000-08:002024-01-07T14:34:33.573-08:00Back to work<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Tomorrow, it will be back to work me. After 3 weeks of Christmas break, we'll go back to work, Mama. Which is good because we are not paid on our break unless they fall on a holiday, or I still have vacation leave credits left. Unfortunately, I consumed all my VL credits last year because of Toastmasters. I thought the Christmas break will be offset against the Sick Leave, but I thought wrong. That's why I received almost no salary last 30th of December, except for the holidays during that time which I believe were only 3 days. For January, I don't know if the first week will be offset against my new leave credits for the year. That's already 5 days deducted for me, Mama.</span> </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I guess it's lesson learned for me, Mama. Maybe I was surprised because it's the first time I actually consumed my VL credits. Should I file for sick leave and pretend to be sick instead, Mama? Anyway, I'll just move on from that episode in my work. It's one minor details. I've only 4 years to retirement, anyway.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> I guess that will be all for now, Mama. On Tuesday we'll be celebrating Angel's birthday. Wish you can join us.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I miss you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> I love you.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-76362847572548781932024-01-05T02:01:00.000-08:002024-01-05T02:01:54.345-08:00Preparing for our meeting<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I'm preparing for our Toastmasters meeting right now. I still have more than an hour </span> but I wanted to make sure my slides are all okay because I am the Table Topics Master. It will be via Zoom, Mama. That's why I need time for some technical preparations. I hope it will be quiet here tonight, Mama. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Ralph received a job offer from one of the company he is applying in. It's a good deal except that it's a nightshift. Although it is a work-from-home set up, Mama. So, I guess that will be just fine. He is still looking at his other options, Mama. Still waiting for the results of the other companies so he can weigh in on what's best for him.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> Edgar is better now, Mama. He just came home from work. Although he is still taking medicines. Angel is sleeping right now. Angel and I went out yesterday, Mama. We went to the mall, just the two of us. She needed to convert her postpaid mobile phone line to prepaid. After that, we just walked around the mall. We also had our photos taken in a photobooth, Just like the Photo-Me we had during our time, except it is more expensive, Mama. Then we had ramen before we went home.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I guess that will be all for now, Mama. Next week will be Angel's birthday. I hope I'll have funds then so we can celebrate her birthday. I wish you can join us, Mama. We really miss you, Mama. I really miss you.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> I love you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-91815810836866996912024-01-03T01:08:00.000-08:002024-01-03T01:08:50.464-08:00Coping with the new year<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's the third day of the new year, and aside from our family time on the first day nothing much has happened. It feels like were just coping in the new year. Edgar feels better now, although he went to the clinic for a check up. He did not work today, Mama. Ralph is working now. He'll be working until next week with his company. He still has not found a new company to work on, but he's been having lots of job interviews lately. Hopefully, he'll find a new job before January ends. Angel is out now, Mama. She said she'll just take a look for some items she might need.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> Lately I've been feeling weak, Mama. I don't know if it's just in my head or it's because I've been just lying down lately. Also, I feel dizzy every now then. Not sure if it's vertigo. There was a time it was quite strong, although mostly just mild dizziness. </span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"> <span> Next week it will be Angel's birthday, and I still have no plans, Mama. Although I already bought her gift as I mentioned in my last letter. I hope we can come up with something, soon.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> It will be a busy first quarter for me in Toastmasters, Mama. As you know, I am an Area Director now. First, there will be the preparation for the Area Contest this January. I still have no sponsors, and I don't know how get one, Mama. I don't even know what I need to do! Then the actual Area Contest in February. Then the Division contest in March, which I still have to support, of course.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> Anyway, just trying to write something to distract this anxiety which is building up again inside. I really wish you were still here, Mama.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> I miss you.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I love you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Dadddy</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-84441205916057648732024-01-01T17:51:00.000-08:002024-01-01T17:51:54.410-08:00First day out<p style="text-align: justify;">Happy new year, Mama!!!</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's already January 2, the second day of 2024. Yesterday, we had our first day out, Mama. Upon the invitation of Ralph, we had our lunch at Denny's in SM Clark, Mama. I was hesitant because Ralph is in between jobs and still has no assured employment as of now, but I really wanted to go out as I've been through a lot anxieties lately.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> After lunch, of course we walked around the mall to pass time. We were able to find a mobile phone that is affordable but with good specifications as per Angel. Since it was on sale, I closed my eyes and used my last savings to buy it for Angel, telling her that it is my gift for her upcoming birthday next week. At least I already have a gift for her, Mama. Something that she likes and she can use especially in her online endeavors. </span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> Then we had a little refreshment before we went home at around 6:00 pm, Mama. Last night, Ralph went out to meet his high school friends. It was an overnight event, and he's still not home right now, Mama. He hasn't replied to my message yet this morning, I hope he's fine. Edgar, on the other hand, had fever last night, Mama. I don't know why, he was well when we were still in the mall. He still sick now. He's taking medicines 'round the clock, Mama. I'm sorry he got sick again, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> Angel is still sleeping now, although we already had our breakfast. She slept after our breakfast, while Edgar is resting now, not sure if he is sleeping. I'll just be buying ready-to-eat food for our lunch, Mama. I no longer know how to plan to cook since Edgar took care of our kitchen. </span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> This is how our 2024 has gone so far, Mama. Please help me take care of Edgar. Tomorrow, both he and Ralph will be going back to work. Yes, Ralph will still be working until the 15th, Mama. I hope he gets hired in a new job soon.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> I guess that will be all for now, Mama. Until my next letter.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> I miss you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> I love you.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-41862864247189196332023-12-27T04:32:00.000-08:002023-12-27T04:32:13.357-08:00The year is almost over<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> It's December 27 now. 2023 is almost over. A few more days and we will start a new year. Honestly, I don't know what to feel, Mama. I'm glad were done with 2023 who brought in a lot of challenges and hurdles, although I have to admit there were also a lot of triumphs along the way, too. I really do not know what to expect in 2024.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> Ralph is having a number of interviews for the last few days, Mama. He is looking for a new job as he was removed from his current job. His work will end on the 15th of January, that's why he is looking for a new job, Mama. I hope he gets hired before the 15th. Angel is also without job right now, Mama. Not sure if she will be looking for a new one or she will focus on her online business. Edgar is still with his current company.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I hope things will get better for us in the new year, Mama. I really want to get away from here because I cannot control my anxiety. It's like anything can happen here anytime, Mama. Although, I know that I cannot be sure if I will have peace and quiet if we move to a new place. If I will have my way I'd like to move to somewhere secluded and remote. Unfortunately, that won't be possible, Mama. We all need to work. Especially me, because I still need to provide for our kids.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> After the new year, it will be Angel's birthday, Mama. Our baby will turn 26 next year. Time really flies very fast, Mama. My only wish for her, and for all our children, is to have a bright, safe, and secured future. I feel that it won't be long and I'll be gone soon. The problem is I haven't prepared enough for them. I'm sorry, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> I hope I will see them all succeed before I pass away so I can rest in peace.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> That will be all for now, Mama. I miss you.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> I love you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy </span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-1401588056636786322023-12-24T07:49:00.000-08:002023-12-24T07:49:53.392-08:00Merry Christmas, Mama!<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> </span>It's December 24, Christmas eve now. Less than 20 minutes before Christmas. We already had our early Noche Buena, and we also opened our gifts already. Just like in previous years, Edgar was the one who cooked our food. Although we only had pork and ham tonight, and also the ube halaya ordered by Ralph.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> </span>Sorry we still were not able to hold our traditional Christmas party, Mama. Still disoriented and still suffering from anxiety to prepare for anything. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> We still had fun with our exchange gifts, Mama. And we also had lots of stories shared while we were eating - from Christmas to non-Christmas related topics. You know how our kids can get so random, Mama. At least we were still able to celebrate Christmas, even if it's just a simple noche buena. I hope next year I'll be able to stand back up and prepare for our Christmas party.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> I miss you, Mama. Especially in times like this.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I love you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> Merry Christmas!</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-52574949477224107802023-12-07T23:35:00.000-08:002023-12-07T23:35:42.387-08:00Happy anniversary, Mama!Dear Mama,<div><br /></div><div><span> Happy anniversary! Today could have been our 32nd anniversary, Mama. I'm sorry, we were not able to celebrate it. All 4 of us got sick one after the other. First it was Angel and Edgar last week, then on Monday it was Ralph. He went for check up last Tuesday. And then finally, me.</span><br /></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><span> I felt cold last Wednesday when I came home from work. I felt weak I immediately went to bed as soon as I arrived home. And Thursday, I went on sick leave, Mama. My temperature was 38.14 yesterday. I did not want to be absent from work because I have no more leave credits, but I have no choice, I might spread the virus to my officemates.</span><br /></span></div><div><span><span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span> Angel and Edgar are better now. Edgar has already finished his medicines, while Angel was given additional medicines when she went for check up to get medical certificate. Ralph also has his medication. I, on the other hand, is taking only paracetamol. I did not go for check up, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span> I have no more fever now, but I still feel weak, and I have cough. I hope I'll feel better tomorrow. Maybe we can have a late anniversary celebration sometime next week when we are all good. </span><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span> That's all now, Mama. Happy anniversary!</span><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span> I miss you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> I love you,</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span>Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-92017519703036391022023-11-30T20:10:00.000-08:002023-11-30T20:10:45.383-08:00Edgar's turn<p style="text-align: justify;">Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> After Angel last Tuesday, it was Edgar's turn yesterday (Thursday) to be rushed to the emergency room of the hospital. He has fever and felt cold, Mama. We know that when Edgar lies down, it only means he's not okay. He is just like you, Mama. He will tolerate the pain as long as he can.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> When I went home from work yesterday, I took him to the hospital. We stayed there from 4 pm until past 8 pm, Mama. They did a lot of laboratory procedures on him - dengue, CBC, urinalysis, </span> X-ray, and even COVID, Mama. It was fortunate that all the tests were negative.</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> However, everything took more than 4 hours. Edgar was in pain and cold while we're at the hospital. What made it even worse was that he was seated all throughout our stay there. There was no available bed in the ER, Mama.</span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> As per his update now, he feels better. Although he is under medications, Mama. He has antibiotics, and still taking paracetamol. Same with Angel.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> I'm sorry we were not able to celebrate your birthday, Mama. And I'm also sorry for letting our kids be sick. It's really different when a mother is caring for them.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> I wish you were here, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8723208470194503189.post-78092220970622443212023-11-29T05:25:00.000-08:002023-11-29T05:25:17.041-08:00Update on Angel<p style="text-align: justify;"> Dear Mama,</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span> I just want to give you an update on Angel's condition. She feels better now, although she was still vomiting this morning. But for the rest of the day, she's okay. She wasn't confined, Mama. Actually, the line was still long this afternoon, Mama. When Ralph called, Angel was at number 22 at the line. Last night she 28. Which means there were only 6 discharged for today. </span><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span> Angel was deciding not to be confined anymore, Mama, and only take home rest. I hope she can rest well in this neighborhood. Unfortunately, all of us will be working tomorrow. Please watch over her while we are still away, Mama.</span><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span> That will be all for now, Mama. Help me pray for Angel.</span><br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span> Happy birthday again, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span> I miss you.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span> I love you, Mama.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Daddy</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><span><span><span><span><span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>Royhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10597983153476226667noreply@blogger.com