ch.7 david

I have came to believe that there was no god for me about a month before 5th grade. When I was given the luxury of food I ate like a homeless dog. I hated my mother the most and I wished that she would die. Before she would die I want her to feel the loneliness and the pain that I had for all the years. One night I prayed to god that mother would get sick so she couldn’t beat me no more. I prayed so long and hard I had a headache when I went to bad. In the morning god had answered me mother was sick laying on the couch all day.