Dear young little brown-skin boy. You are now in bed, preparing yourself to sleep. Your mom is telling you stories of how Jesus was born, how he was a good man and how you should follow God’s commandments in order to become a good man like him. She is singing religious songs to make you fall asleep, and this brings you, more than everything, peace. You don’t understand why she does it, and most of the times you think this is boring. But I can tell you, she is just trying to give you a sense of meaning for yourself … Continue reading Letter to Myself: God.