Dear Ma. Today has been good, foodwise. We had Bermuda Hotel delivery (pancit canton, lumpiang shanghai, crispy pata). Papa also ordered some stellar beef and gravy. Weather-wise: Eh. Could be better. Why do we assign names to everything? When we can't describe something we get frustrated; sometimes we have zero words for some things. A feeling we feel for the first time. The way sunlight is resting on that same spot in the backyard. That urge to love someone who's a little bit hard to love. Looking forward to seeing you later this year. I miss you love you.