"Dear God,
"I feel terrible.
I always do when she cries.
I love her too much to see her upset.
Mom is crying downstairs as I'm speaking to you.
I don't know what it was, but one moment I saw dad walking in, then the next, I heard shouts in the air. I didn't go down. I was way too afraid.
When I did go down later, God, mom...she looked miserable.
Her shoulders shaking and her eyes tearing up.
"I couldn't look at her face, so I left her with my brother and came right up to my room to talk to you.
I won't blame you.
I don't ever want to blame you. Mom says I should never do that.
So I won't.
"But God, if you can hear me right this moment and you really are out there somewhere, I just want you to know...please make everything all right again.
Happy again."
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Short StoryTo the world, I've seen you in distress. I've seen you trample over sands. I've seen you aim missiles. So when my cuts needed healing, I chose God over you instead. - An account of a childhood obsession that turned into a lifelong faith. - © 2015...
