“Grandmother told me once God was our Father in heaven. Father is another way of saying Papa. I wouldn’t want God to be like Papa. Because sometimes I don’t think Papa loves me. And if I believed in God like Grandmother does, I’d want God to love me. But Grandmother says that Papa does love me. But if he does why don’t I know it? Grandmother loves me and I love her and I know because I feel it deep inside of me.” He clasped his hands together against his heart, gazed into my eyes with a troubled frown wrinkling his forehead. “It’s hard to figure things like this out,” he concluded, after a
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