A Letter from an abused child
Dear God, I’m writing this letter in the middle of a sunny day. I have to finish it now, because my step Dad is sleeping after his hangover. My Mom is working now, so there is no one to disturb me. I am praying that You could change my step Dad’s heart. He hates me. He never likes me because he always beats me up. Sometimes he beats Mommy too. I know that Mommy cried every night. She has to work to pay for the loan, my school fee and his drinking habit.
I wish I have wings to bring Mommy away from this house. It’s not a house anymore, it’s more like hell. Dad usually comes home in the early morning, around 4am. He will wake me and Mommy up. When he is in a good mood, he will tell us the story of his bets and gambling mates. But when he loses a lot, he will beat up my Mom and ask her for more money. Doesn’t he understand that Mommy has no money left? Doesn’t he have heart to care for us?
Can You send an angel for us? Well, I imagine the story of Gabriel who came and visit Mother Mary to tell about her fate and future as Jesus’ mother. Can You send one of those angels to come and visit Mommy and tell her that everything will be alright? That Dad will be gone away. Can You ask your angel to take my Dad away? Please…
I think I have to go now. Please read this letter, God. My Dad is coughing; he’s going to get out of bed soon. I wish he’s in the good mood today. The last bruises are still painful.
Thank You, God!
A Letter from fatherless child
Today I had enough. My classmates keep on laughing at me, because I have no father. They all have fathers and they can play with their fathers. Where is my Dad? Why Mom never call him to come for dinner anymore? I remember when I was a small child; he used to come and brought some toys for me. But it was long time ago. I never see him anymore…
I feel bad about myself. Did I do something wrong so Dad won’t stay with us anymore? Or is it because Mom is so mean to him? I never see Mom angry at him, but still he went away. Does he ever think about me or Mom? I always think about him. I always imagine he would come home and take me to ride on his bike. I wish I could bring Dad to school and show him to my classmates. I want to have my Dad back!
I heard Mom cried last night. She sobbed hard in her room. I heard it, because I stood in front of her room. She never knew it. I know that she’s tired to face the truth of my Dad. She knows that I will keep on asking questions about my Dad. I know that she doesn’t know where he is. I love you, mom!
Jesus, if you could give my Dad back…
I believe when he is around, I will be happier. Mom will be happier too, because Dad can help her to do all the house chores. We can go out to the parks or beach every weekend.
If You can hear me, please say ‘yes’, Jesus. Thank you!
A Letter from a poor father
God, it’s me again.
Today I have to see my daughter cried again. She was very hungry and all I had with me was leftover bread in the cupboard. I had to look at the window when she ate that, because I couldn’t hold my tears.
I have been worked so hard. And as You know, I have 2 jobs right now. I thank You for that blessings. I’m not complaining about my condition. I can work hard until You say that my time is over. All I mind is my daughter. She had been living a hard time with me and my wife. We couldn’t afford to buy instant milk anymore. So, we give her tea or water. I feel ashamed as a father. I have to give her the best nutrition for her growth, but all I can give is leftovers.
My hands are full, God, but I have faith that You will help me…
Strengthen my faith each day, God! So, that I won’t give up supporting my daughter and seeing her grows to be such a great woman…