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change but he was angry. "God made your body but not your soul. Your soul is made from your experience on Earth and God has no control over that. Only you can control your experience on Earth. If you are strong you make your own soul. Only weak people allow God and others to make their souls. They are nothing but puppet." He looked at me "are you a puppet? You are not a puppet. Don't be a puppet."

"like that, like her." Mama frowned at the dirty girl.

"So I shouldn't obey God or anyone?" I asked because I was confused. I really only wanted to be sure that my parents loved me and not that little girl. I thought if she were clean, she was probably prettier than I was. Maybe she was smarter, too. Maybe she understood God better since God made her for them, but then why would he just leave her on the side of the road if she was special enough for Him to make special.

"You don't get it do you?" Daddy asked me.

I shook my head because really I didn't. It made no sense. The rules changed sometimes I guess. I think I am just to young to understand yet. When I was old and smart like my parents I would understand because I was big.

"You have to know and understand God so you can get into His mind and understand his strengths and weaknesses so that way you can replace the God that is missing in your heart because he went away and you won't need him anymore. Everyone wants to be God. Everyone wants to rule the world. Everyone wants to be the King. Everyone wants to be a Rock Star. Everyone wants to live forever." He held his Bible tighter. "That's the human condition my darling child. You have to destroy everything that's in your way to become the one and only. The one that is worshipped and adored. Feared and hated. The one that leads the followers and the blind. The one that makes people forget their senses. The ones that are above everything. And We hope you never forget what being made by God means.

I didn't understand at all, but my daddy was handsome. My daddy was the man.

Daddy kneeled over the sleeping girl. I thought he better not kiss her. She was dirty and gross and my daddy loved me. Mama was already bent over her. She had tears in her eyes.

"She has no destiny." Mama said.

"She is going to die." Daddy said.

"Die?" I asked. Little girls didn't die. Old people died. Puppies and gold fish died, but never ever little girls. "Is she sick?" I asked.

"No, Darling." Mama answered. "Yes, she is sick." Mama changed her mind. "She is very sick. She just doesn't know how sick she

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