It was a sorry-ninang-note for drinking a bottle of C2 which she had thought to be mine (but actually was a gift of Mama to her). I so badly wanted to wake her up, hug her and tell her how much I loved her. That what's mine is hers. In a way, it bothered me that she felt the need to apologize for something as small. But more than that, it made me very proud to know that she's learning respect for the other. Made me feel loved.
She wanted a reply. There was a blank sheet under her note so that I could write back. Which I did of course. :)
I think we could make this refrigerator love letter thing a regular habit. :)