My Dear God

I would like to write to you, and I don't know if this is acceptable to you or not. This was my teacher's suggestion that I tell you all my secrets without being afraid. I don't have any secrets, but once I stole a cherry from our widowed neighbor's garden, and once I spied from behind the door on my father while he was yelling at my mother, and then I cursed him in a low voice. Parents forgive, don't they? And another time I tied my little cat with a rope around its neck and dragged it in the backyard of the house, and once I clipped a butterfly's wings so it wouldn't fly again.
Its colors were so beautiful I wanted to keep them for myself