Chapter 1
Dear, God
I don’t know how to do it. I don’t even know why I’m doing it. Maybe it’s because I’m lost. Or because I’m drowning in my thoughts. Or because I need to talk to someone, but I don’t want to talk to my brother at this moment, not right now at least. Either way, I need to talk, to get the words out of my head, out of my heart.
Tonight, on this cold and dark night, I remembered what my mom told me about you. She told me about the lord of everything and everyone. About the God of love and war. About the kind and furious God. She told me about someone who will listen and understand everything I say and still will stay with me and loves me. I hope with all my heart that everything my mom tells me is true. I hope that in someplace in somewhere exists someone like you. Likewise, I hope that there is some good in this cruel world.
I remember my mom saying that I need to talk to you with my heart. She says I have to be honest. She says you would be my friend, but at the same time, I have to be respectful because you are a God and you deserve it. So, I would do it. I would be kind, honest, and respectful. I promise you it. And I hope you listen to me and help me do whatever I need to do.
