G: My son, why do you continue to stand out in the dark?  Come in my child, come in

Child: How can I?  It’s my job to stand here.

G: My child, I never told you to stand there forever.  And now, you even face your back toward me.  Turn and face me.

C: Father, as much as I’d like to, I can’t turn around.

G: Did you fall again?  Come here, we’ll switch your clothes with new ones.

C: Father, how can you continue to give me new shirts?  I always mess them up, I don’t want you to bother with me.  Please,  I can’t keep failing and you watching me.

G: When you came to me the first time, you were lost and without hope.  Do you need to know why I help you?  Isn’t it enough to know that I do it out of love?  My son, my son, don’t say such naïve words and telling me to let you go, because you know I will never leave you.  You can fail so many times more and I will not think worse of you.  So do not worry about next time and please come in.

C:  If you call me in out of love then I must stand here out of love too father.  Love to you father, as I can’t bear to hurt you more.  I keep asking for a new shirt that I don’t deserve and yet, I can’t do anything for you in return.

G: But then, son, I never asked you for anything in return.  Your love that you give to me is sufficient and is worth more to me than all the times I have to have you cleaned again.  Why should you have to give me anything?  Did I not take you in because you could not give me anything?  Did I not take you in because all you could do was ask?  Why then should you need to give me anything now?

C: Father, I want to make you proud of me.  I want to show everyone else that I am your son and to myself that I can be worthy of you.  I have heard them talk.  They laugh at me, and they say you can’t be good.  They say that because I am not as good as you that you can’t possibly be good either.  Father, I want to be as good as you so I can show them how good you are, but I can’t.  I only want to make you be proud that I could.