Dear Max,

I worry a lot. I can’t sleep most nights. The sickness that’s been affecting a lot of people for over a year now had taken its toll on me. I’m scared for us.

Of course, it has affected us, me and dad was infected a year ago. But that was when the sickness didn’t affect kids. It was scary then, but its scarier now. Everyone was trying to cope, to live with some level of normalcy but we all know that this is not normal. And yet, all I can ever do is to pray.

This is one of those times when we are not in control and it’s scary knowing that. We can take precautions. We can do the necessary activities to prevent infection but we can only do so much. Everything else is out of our control.

I am grateful because we still have work but our work also puts us in so much risk. Everytime we go out, we are at risk not only of being infected but also of bringing the virus home.

Every night, I just lie down and pray, that just like the Israelites of long ago, our house will be spared, that the angel of death will pass over us. In the end, we can only hold on to our faith, that God will have mercy on us and heal the world.

“Lord, please protect our family, our friends. Please keep us safe and healthy. Give us the strength to overcome this difficulties, watch over our healthcare workers and heal us. In Jesus Name, Amen.”

I love you, Max. Always know that.

Love,

Mom