Hi God, its Sarah again. I keep thinking what’s it like to live like them. All those men in their fancy black suit and ties; they went to school, they got a job. And I hear them over the radio complaining about how they aren’t getting their million dollar bonus this Christmas and how they can’t take their cruise they take each year. I look around me, and all I see is are a few peeling walls, a kitchen that hasn’t had food in it for almost a month, a couch that makes me all scratchy when I lay on it, and Mama. My mama is sick. She hasn’t had anything to eat in such a long time, because when we finally have enough money for a bag of Cheetos from the 7-11, she tells me we have to make sure it lasts for at least two weeks. I wonder what it’s like… to come home to a family who doesn’t look like they are an inch from death, to come home to the smell of a warm dinner coming fresh from the oven [I don’t even remember what that looks like anymore], and to go to those malls everyone goes to all the time and spend money on matching clothes and necklaces. I haven’t gotten new clothes since two birthdays ago. And even then, I think they were someone else’s before I got them ‘cause they smelled kinda bad. I just don’t see how it’s fair. I pray to you every night before bed; And still I haven’t had a prayer answered yet. Well accept for about Mama, I know she’s dying even though when I asked her about it, she told me she was in “perfect health”. And I asked for her to be alive the next time I go to wake her up in the morning, and so far I have always been able to do that. But God, I don’t know what’s going to happen. I’m scared and I’m crying, and I don’t know how to fix anything. I hope it all gets better. Please make everything better. Goodnight God, I love you.