Dear Fr. Ron,
How are you? Hope you’re doing well.
I’m glad that some are going back to church already. Although not everyone yet because of this pandemic, and soon, most will have their vacation but still, there are some who’s coming to attend the mass.
The reason why I write a letter is because I might’ve committed a mistake last Sunday. I hurried taking all of my cash that I have to give and I didn’t even check because the collector is almost leaving. Until I realized, maybe, I included a flat battery. I wrote to tell you that I’m sorry and it was never my intention, Father. Maybe, you can include this as a funny story, someday. And if you do, make it anonymous, please. Hahaha.
Anyway. See you on Sunday, Father.
Sincerely, (name withheld)
I had trouble with the idea of turning 30 and was oversensitive to any signs of advancing age. When I found a prominent gray hair in my bangs, I pointed to my forehead and asked my husband, “Oh no, have you seen this?”
“What?” he asked. “The wrinkles?”