Letter to God

Dear God,

I write this letter to you, with intentions which will surely please you. Certainly, every person you made is unique, but exceptional people always exist in the eyes of someone. And as such, I have written this letter to acknowledge every single thing that my parents are, have done, and always have been.

Mother and father, I always wonder if anyone could have acknowledged your existence more than I do. I wonder if anyone could see the great persons that you both are. Well, now that I am more than capable of thinking and  deliberating, I have come to the obvious conclusion that no one, nothing can ever be greater than my admiration for you. You are both the greatest persons in the world, amongst, all other greats and famous people. You are the stars which far outshine the other stars in all the constellations in the sky.

In my young and extremely curious years, I have always depended upon my father's intuition and knowledge for every question I had. What's this word? How does this work? Why is this so? What's that? Do you have any knowledge that you may want to impart with me? And most of the time, my curiosity is satiated. Even more, my morals have always been filled with my father's wisdom. He has the silver streaks to prove it too!

And when it comes to doing things, my mother is the guardian angel. Or should I say, platoon commander. If you do it not at the very moment, her reminder will bend time itself, and you'll be forced to do it by something unseen in no time. She instilled in my mind that time is something you should not throw away with unproductive things. She also taught me maybe the best thing I would always need to remember: clean while the clutter's still small, or you'll regret it later. Even if she's a tireless commander, I would never hate or dislike her for it, because it's one of the best and most important things that anyone could have taught their children.

So basically, my parents are the best. They have given me all the necessary things I need, and all the other things they give me now are reminders and wants. So God, as You can always see, my parents, even with their shortcomings, still deserve all your blessings and providence. Protect them always, and keep them away from sickness and danger. You know very well my parents more than I do.

Your Loving Angel,
Alfred