God, I am sick of my father and my mother. I am only seven years old. You know I am just a child. My mother tells me that I have to leave my room clean and tidy. My father tells me that I have to take a shower every day. And You know, God, that my mother uses the biggest word in the dictionary. She uses the word immaculate . God, do You know what that silly word means?

I think I do.

Then tell me what it means.

It means spotless .

Oh, I see. Thank You, God. Oh, I forgot to ask You God, if my parents are right in making me take a shower and leave my room clean and tidy every day.

Yes, they are right.

I see that You are also no good. You and my father and my mother are all the same. Tell me, did my father take a shower every day when he was a little boy? Did my mother clean her room when she was a little girl?

No, your father did not take a shower and your mother did not clean her room daily when they were of your age.

Then why do they want all that from me? It isn t fair.

You know, that is why I did not like your father and mother for a long time. I only began liking them when they started taking showers and cleaning their rooms daily.

But I want You to like me right from the beginning, God.

I shall not only like you, but love you, if you take a shower and leave your room clean and tidy every day. More than that, I shall be proud of you.

Thank You, thank You, thank You, God.