A mother, a sister, a child. One is a child, one doesn't believe in God at all, one believes in Him so much that she prays he murders people horribly, day and night. She believes that God is necessary, she laughs wildly, she too would torture people to prove this, she isn't afraid of anything, and she says what you would not dare even think, I believe she pleases God, I believe He loves her, being how she is, what she says, and she believes, she isn't a witch, but the child and sister's hands are cold and hers are as hot as fire.
She murdered a Guinea pig when she was little, she loves animals, she really does, and she murdered it because it had to be done, it was suffering. God sees these things, she sat in silence for days, disgusted by what she is, how she is, and that she's capable of that, she looks into the eyes that look into hers, and she loves them, she's always sad about something, God knows this, He is the same, He grieves for His son, and that makes Him silent too, she suffers, He suffers, there's a silence in that, this suffering, her suffering, and His.