the lonely child -chapter: the way to the worst of my nigthmares- part 3

"the winter stalked without without having mercy of my , in spite of the fact that the supreme being who dominates our wise land knew perfectly that I was dressing only a few old rags. evidently he was very ungry with me because since I born he had stuck myself, in my infancy with the death of my mother and then the painful left of my father. Since then, he has entreteined me day by day with his tortures, shorts but multiples and almost fatals. I'll never get ungry with him, he is too powerfull and I'm too useless."
♥In this part of my story the child remember the tragedies of his life and think that god has all the fault of his unfear life.