Punishment

Kneeling for hours, kneeling on the cold, scratchy floor that hurts my knees, my hands joined together, trembling hands joined together tired of being in the same position for so long, I look at the being that has created this rotten world, and I begin to ask, "Kill my dad, kill my mom, and kill the bad people so I can be happy and smile. Amen," that's what I was thinking in my head while my dad supervised my prayer taking the back of my neck so that I wouldn't move from my place until I repented, he looked at my father and asked him innocently, "Father, why do I have to repent? I didn't do anything wrong." The simple question made him angry and he slapped me.