We live in a beautiful neighborhood. It is called Richmond Hill. It is in Queens, NYC, New York. It is a very beautiful neighborhood. There are lots of flowers and birds and there is a library with a rose garden that won an award for best rose garden in 1980, 1981, and 1983. We have two diners, the Atlantic Diner and the Classic Diner, that have good food. I applied for a job in the Altantic Diner and hope they hire me to do something. I would love to work there. There is a park called forest park with a baseball field and a soccer / football field called "Victory Field" where I used to play baseball. There is a statue to the fallen heroes of World War I from the neighborhood and a basketball court and a playground where my father and I go and sit at night when we go for walks after he comes home from work. There are two Churches, one south of Atlantic Avenue called "Saint Benny's." There is a sign in front of it that says it is the only Church in the entire world named after Saint Benedict Joseph-Labre. I pray to him sometimes. He was homeless and he would multiply bread like Christ multiplied fishes and feed the holy bread to the other homeless men. That is the mother Church. The daughter Church is my parish, the Church of the Holy Child Jesus. However I was not baptized there. I was baptized at Our Lady Star of the Sea, the small Church in Fire Island, where we used to spend our summers. I do not like going to Fire Island because there are beaches there and I do not like looking at women in bikinis.But there is a lighthouse to climb, and stores to go to and places to eat and there are a few towns. It is a nice beach community for what it's worth. But Richmond Hill is improving. We have some good people here. At our local Church, Even though I do not like going to the Novus Ordo, our priest seems like a good man. His name if Father Henue. I attended a Latin Mass at my parish where he was the Deacon. One of my dreams was to attend a Latin Mass at my local Parish and Father Henue helped make it happen. And we have a Bishop in residence named Bishop Octavio Cisneros and he seems like a good man. He is from Cuba. And there is a good man who goes by the name of "Mr. Steve" who plays the guitar and sings in Church and leads the children in song. Even though I prefer the Latin Mass at our parish we do not know how to say the Latin Mass well enough yet as we are rudderless, but it is getting better. We have Benediction and Exposition. We do not have a lot of learned elders but in time we will recover and regain what we have lost. I go to the Church to pray at odd times. Over the last three days I went there to pray the Office of the Dead and today I prayed the First Glorious Mystery of the Rosary in front of the image of Our Lady of Guadalupe and lit a candle before her. They are not real candles made of beeswax as I prefer, but God hears the prayers all the same. They smell just as sweet as the prayers rise up to heaven.

I go on two walks most days, a morning walk and an afternoon walk. The morning walk is to a school they are renovating and the afternoon walk is to the Atlantic Diner. I look at flowers and bees and butterflies and ants and birds. I listen to the birds singing. Then there are squirrels. I am growing wild flowers in our little street-side garden. The neighbors are trying to conquer our garden with sunflowers and weeds. My mother forbid me from pulling weeds, so I have to conquer the sunflowers with nothing but obedience and prayer. Every day the wildflowers are martyred and new ones spring up. When they blossom I try to commemorate them by taking a picture of them and pitting it on my instagram, especially when it is a new variety. Sometimes as I go out for my walks, and the first thing I do when I go out for my walks is to look at our flowers and our garden, I see bumble bees near our flowers, and sometimes inside the flowers pollinating them. I noticed that some of the other neighbors are growing the same kinds of flowers that we are growing wild. I wonder if they are also wild or if they bought them from the gardener.

In the back yard we have tomatoes and cucuмbers and in the front yard, like fools, we have one tomato plant. We also have basil and peppers. And on the back stoop in containers we have flowers. I water the flowers on the back stoop. It is fun tending the garden. I do not do much weeding, mostly watering. My mother said she may teach me how to weed. When it does not rain I water the lawn and the vegetables with a hose. Our hose has a leak which we covered with tape, but the water flows out from it just as the water flowed out of the wound in Christ's side. Once at Home Depot as we left after buying I was looking in the parking lot and I saw a stain of white paint on the asphalt and the stain looked just like the Sacred Heart with the blood and water pouring forth and a lance was piercing it. The good God leaves signs everywhere, like the Blessed Mother on a tortilla for those with faith, the eyes of the soul, to see. I had a book I drew pictures in but I threw it away because the devil tempted me.

I drew Christ and the Crucifixion and the Little Flower, I drew two pictures of her. I had the impression that as the greatest saint of modern times that she invented television with her prayers. And I drew a picture of Gemma. You know how much I love Gemma. I have names I call her in a loving way.

People don't know this but so much comes about by prayer. A saint prays for something and the good God sends it into the world. One saint might pray for a post office and God makes it be. Another saint might pray for a better way to get around and God sends us automobiles. Someone might pray for highways and others might pray for unicorns.

What does it mean, "there is nothing under under the sun?" Perhaps the garden of Eden was truly a paradise and every good that ever was or ever could be was in that Garden and it was lost by Adam's sin. The garden was the seed of the world and when Adam sinned, the seed was buried. And afterwards came nightmares of the devil alongside the seed of God sown by Adam's repentance. And in time the nightmare spread so far that there were only eight just men alive and God wiped out the world with the flood. Then history repeated itself again and again until the coming of the Lord shattered the world and brought peace to the people on earth and heaven was opened. Now we have hope if we believe and are baptized. The nightmares have faded away and are defeated and all we have to look forward to is heavenly bless, unless we fall back into the night.

My father once told me, if you have bad thoughts they are not real. And whenever you have a bad thought you should say "That's not real". It is like near the end of "Blood Meridian" the man tells the Judge "You ain't nothing" and the Judge tells him he was right and kills him. But with Christ we tell the devil he is nothing and instead of being killed the Lord sends the devil back to hell. "You ain't nothing!"

I am happy since coming back from the hospital. I was sick, but I feel much better now. I do not know what I am saying. But if you get the chance, come visit Richmond Hill and pray at our Church, Holy Child Jesus. Light a candle or put a dime in the poor box (Father Henue collects our pennies). Genuflect before the tabernacle and kneel in front of the side altar of St. Joseph or the Blessed Mother and say a prayer for us or for your own intentions. I am just a child so I can not invite you to our house, but it is a beautiful neighborhood worth visiting if you are ever in this part of Queens.