Well. Adolescence is all about making mistakes. - N. K. Jemisin

This was what I’d asked her to give me. I had no right to complain just because it wasn’t what I wanted to hear.

“I keep hoping you’ll tell me. You’re the god, after all. If I prayed to you for guidance, and you decided to answer, what would you tell me?”
“I wouldn’t answer.”
“Because you don’t care? Or because you wouldn’t know what to say?”
More silence.

I’d come down sick. (I had. It was called adolescence, an evil, evil disease.)