Dear God,

My name is Sherry, and I live here on Earth,
and as far as I’ve been told, whatever I want, I should ask you first. I really don’t know much about you, only what I’ve heard grown up’s say, they say you are something really magical, and whenever I’m sad, you’ll make it go away.

“Well”, if you can really hear me, there’s something I want to discuss.
I’ve been feeling a strange pain inside, almost every single day, it all started few weeks ago, when my Papa went away.
They said that you took him far away, to a very special place,
they said I shouldn't cry or worry, cause someday, I’ll see my Papa's face,
I don’t care what they say, they don’t know what’s in my heart,
all I know is that my Papa is gone, and it’s tearing me apart.

“Okay”, let me take a deep breath, and tell you what I want to say,
just be a little patient with me, I’m just learning how to pray,
I want to make a deal with you, and I hope that I'm not misunderstood,
I want you to give my Papa back to me,
I miss him so very much, I just don’t know what to do,
I want to hug him,
What about when I go back home.. who will come to receive me at the airport? Who will call me and discuss Mom's health?
If you can really hear me, can you help me?
cause I don’t understand, how can my Papa speaks to me now and in few hours his life is in your hands?
Who told you that you can have him?
Did you ever think of Mummy, and how lonely, she would be?
Did you ever think of me?
You even took away Mukul... Don't you think you are unfair?

I don’t mean to yell at you, or disrespect you, in any kind of way,
I’m just feeling very hurt and angry, cause my Papa has gone away!
You say my Daddy is in a beautiful place, where only good people meet,
You say that you’ll watch over him, as he watches over me.
You say you’ll never leave him alone, and by his side, you’ll always be?
It’s not clear to me, the reason why he’s gone.
There’s just one wish I want to make, and I pray you grant it just for me, I know that it’s impossible to give me my Papa back, right now,
but could you make it summertime again,
when my Papa was still around... I will make sure he doesn't leave me then.

regards, Sherry