My Request To God

I think of you and I can hear your voice in paradise ... grandma talk to god to come back one more time ... until my day comes. I want to be the girl who played in the room and I ran into your arms. Talk to God that I will be obedient, a good girl just to have you again with me. This is not a letter because you never learned to read with his eyes ... You always read with your beautiful heart, my grandmother and foster mother. I know that God will understand me ... I always I will love you my princess with white hair. I'll wait for you sitting in our old chair ...