"Dear God, today is my birthday, may I ask for a special gift? " I paused trying to look for the right words to say. I didn't want to offend him.
"Can you make my mommy and my daddy stop fighting? Can you make my daddy come to my soccer game tomorrow?" I sneaked a peek around my room trying to see signs of his presence.
"Please God, make my daddy not to hit my mommy again. This I ask and many more, Amen" I knelt beside my bed with tears running my eyes.
It was my birthday morning and I decided to ask God for a favour just like Mrs Cathy always told us in class. I heard soft footsteps coming towards my door; cleaned my face and jumped into bed. I knew it was mom coming to wish me a happy birthday. Since I was five, it became a birthday tradition which she thought was oblivious to me.
