The Letter

I wrote a letter to God as a teenager — angry, hurt, demanding answers. I sealed it and hid it in a box. Twenty years later, clearing out my childhood home, I found the box. Inside was the letter, and beside it a folded piece of paper I had never put there. It simply read: "I heard you. I was with you. I am with you now." I live alone. No one else had access to that box.