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So help him God.


 Then he tells me about how lately, he talks to God alot. Not that I mind about those who talk to God alot but there are times I dont want to talk to God alot, sometimes I want to talk to other things, things that God made. Well, the last time Mutie was in church he heard the preacher say " talk to God about anything, because he is our father" ...and so he calls him dad. It is actually the first time he is using the word dad and it feels a little off. The only thing he knows about dads is...they leave and the only thing he knows about his dad is from the stories he has heard about him leaving. So, what about if he called God dad and he left too...but it doesn't hurt to try though. He tells Dad about everything, about how in the last week he has only ate thrice and most probably he will sleep hungry tonight. He tells Dad about the three supplementary exams he can't afford and its not his fault that he failed in those papers...its only that he did those exams on an empty stomach. God knows he need a bright future, if bot for anything, then for his mom...Well, he still laments about how he is so into Lydia and she wont even give her an ear...at least if God fixed this then everything else can wait. Because to him Lydia is all think in his mind that can serve him a smile...he talks to God about every other thing, he is still talking to God. I hope God listens to him because that is the last glimmer of hope he is holding onto. So help him God

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