He carefully folds the letter and leaves it at the end of the bed. He lies down under the covers and thinks for a moment. One month is too long to be good.
He gets up and tears up the letter and writes another one. ‘Dear God. If I’m good for one week will you get me a BMX bike.’ He folds the letter and then thinks ‘No. One week is too long.’
He writes another letter. ‘Dear God. If I’m good for one day, will you get me a BMX bike.’ Looking at the letter he screws it up. One day is too long.
He jumps out of his window and heads to the local church. He grabs the statue of Mary, rolls it up in a blanket, rushes back home and shoves it under his bed.
He then writes another letter. ‘Dear God. If you want to see your mother again……’
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