Me: Okay, what are you going to tell God?
Flora: Oh, you know, just some holy stuff.
Me: Some holy stuff??
Flora: Yeah, like this:
Dear God,
Thank you for this world. I love this world. And please make all the boys stop being too loud and crazy. And make all the people who can't see be able to see. And please make all the kids never get sick again.
Love, Flora
