Dear god,

I am Olivia White reading in secondary school in Chicago. I know Chicago is too big so am writing my mother's name 'Penelope Reed'
I want to ask few things why you made people who hurt others. Why you didn't punish them when they hurt others? Are you there enjoying everything?

Your creations are ruining other people lives. Mother said you are there up in the sky, why you don't come and help me and my mother.

Why people drink and said things. Father said today that am not his daughter. Am dead to him. Is it right?
Mother tried to ran away with me but father didn't let us. He even cursed mother side relatives and threatened them if they helped us than he is going to charge them with heinous crimes.

I am afraid from my father. He doesn't love me. Not anymore. He beat me and mother for no reason and cursed us all day and night. Sometimes we spend our night outside our house because he throw us outside.

Why are you not doing anything?

Why you made alcohol?
Tell me?
Why?
Please help me and my mother.

Olly