Monday after Easter

Dear Mama.

    It's the Monday after Easter, or what in Australia would be referred to as Easter Monday. It's their holiday today, Mama. That's why we did not have much work earlier at the office.

    We just had our dinner, and Ralph is preparing to go to work, Mama. It's quite early, just 7:16 p.m. I am hoping he will be able to leave for work early and not consume all his extra time and still reach 8 p.m. Which he is capable of doing, Mama. Anyway, I just hope he won't be late.

    Angel feels better now. Thank you very much, Mama.

    It will be my birthday in less 3 than weeks, and it looks like I won't be able to get my birthday wish, Mama. That is to be able to release my song in Spotify. Anyway, it's not important. Maybe I don't deserve it.

    I guess that will be all for now, Mama.

    Please continue guiding our children, Mama. And please pray for my peace.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                    Daddy

Easter Sunday

Dear Mama,

    Happy Easter!

    It's Easter Sunday, Mama. It's almost 9 a.m. and I just finished the laundry. The children are all awake. Ralph and Edgar had their breakfast earlier. Ralph bought pancit luglug and pandesal. Angel did not eat yet. She doesn't want to get up, Mama. She is better now, although she wants to rest.

    The long weekend is over and tomorrow we will be back to work. Back to reality, as they say, Mama. It has been a quiet 4 days here in our neighborhood. The restobar beside us is closed. Tomorrow, the renovations will continue, and I'm not sure if they will open tomorrow. But they are almost done, Mama. So, I don't know what to expect once everything's finished. I still don't understand why these businesses are allowed now in residential areas.

    It will be my birthday in less than 3 weeks, Mama. I don't have anything planned. But I do wish for the health of all our children and a peaceful life, especially in the house.

    I don't have anything more to say. Please make Angel feel better.

    I'm sorry, Mama.

                                                                                                    Daddy

Sorry, Mama. Angel is sick again

Dear Mama,

    As if things aren't already bad, it has gotten worse. Angel is sick again, Mama. I'm really sorry. I am not taking good care of our children. She was fine last night when she arrived home from the mall. 

    Please make her well, Mama.

    I'm sorry.

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Worse

Dear Mama,

    I don't know what happened, but I don't think I can still continue. I'm tired, Mama. I want to go home with you. 

Saturday night

Dear Mama,

    It's around 7:30 p.m., Saturday. It's just me and Angel at home right now, Mama. Edgar attended the birthday party of his officemate, while Ralph attended an event that he's been joining almost every week for about a month now. They'll be home probably around 10 p.m. or later.

    Angel and I already had our dinner, Mama. I just ordered food for delivery. It costed me an extra money, but at least Angel was able to eat what she wanted to eat, Mama.

    I don't know what to say. 

    The restobar beside us is under renovation and they're not operating for more than 3 weeks now. That means it's been quiet for some time, Mama. However, the renovation work is about to be finished. Probably next week, or at least after Holy Week. I don't know what to expect after that, Mama. I'm not sure if we can still enjoy quiet evenings then.

    Sometimes I wish you were really reading my letters, Mama. I wish I can really talk to you.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                                Daddy

My APE results

Dear Mama,

    I had my annual physical examinations last Wednesday and the results were sent via email yesterday, Thursday. I checked them this morning, Mama. Everything seems to be okay. Everything, except the ECG, Mama.

    The reading says there is a deviation in my sinus rhythm on my left axis, and advised to consult with an internist. I hope it's nothing serious, Mama.

    I'm feeling a burst of paranoia attack right now.

                                                                                                        Daddy

Midweek update

Dear Mama,

    It's 10 p.m. now, Tuesday night. Ralph is already in his work, Mama. He left at 8 p.m. earlier. I just finished uploading another cover video on my TikTok account hahaha.... 

    Tomorrow is a holiday, Mama. But Edgar said they will be working tomorrow. I have no work, but I will leaving in the morning for our annual physical examination, Mama. I hope everything will be okay.

    Remember the stupid idea I had last time, Mama? The one where I planned in joining the audition for an acoustic singer in a restobar? Well, I did not join, Mama. I was not able to find the courage. I did not have the guts, Mama. That's why I'm just singing on TikTok haha...

    Anyway, I just want to say hi. I hope I am making you proud, or at least happy somehow, Mama.

    I miss you, Mama.

    I love you.

                                                                                                            Daddy

A stupid idea

 Dear Mama,

    Ralph has left for work. He should be reaching the terminal any minute now, Mama. Edgar is washing the dishes, and Angel is still asleep. She did not join us for dinner earlier. She'll just have her dinner when she wakes up later, Mama.

    Yesterday, we went out for dinner and coffee just here in Marisol, Mama. We were supposed to leave at around 6 p.m., but it started raining. We were able to leave at around 7:30 p.m. We had ramyun first, and then we had coffee. They were just beside each near the main gate, Mama. We went home past 9 p.m.

    I had a very stupid idea, Mama. I'm even laughing at myself for thinking about it. There will be an audition for an acoustic singer/performer at a restobar here in Angeles City. It's quite a popular place, Mama because a celebrity is part-owner of the place. 

    I have this crazy idea that I want to join the audition, Mama. It's stupid I know. I don't have a beautiful voice, I don't play the guitar well, and I'm not even good-looking to begin with. So, why am I dreaming? 

    I was just hoping I could still be a good performer, Mama. You know, music and humor, which is my brand. But again, I am doubting myself. Should I join, Mama?

                                                                                                            Daddy