God, you sometimes answer no. Those two boys accused me of stalking them, and I must resolve that they will never marry me and are going to Hell. Two boys hurt me so horribly that I fear that I am a rival to You about pain, Jesus. Let me die and rise with You so much because I love You so much. Ave Maria. Amen.
Jesús, amado mío, te pido sanes a mi nieto Adrián de sus ojitos, que le quiten los parches, las gotas y la pomada. Jesús,
Adrián