There was a little girl who wanted all of her father's attention. She did not realise that she had it but she seemed to have wanted something more. He was a junior pastor and read the word of God and watched Christian tv shows. She wanted to see what made him so happy. It was just what she thought; nothing more than the word. She seemed to have taken it with her to school; his bible that is. She noticed he was upset when he could not find it but his joy returned quite quickly as no one could steal that away since he remembered many songs, hymns and verses in the Psalms. There were too many to mention that he had committed to memory actually. She could not take that away to school evidently. At least she learned that she had most, if not all, of his attention. There was an obvious necessity for a few hours in the day to spend time with the Lord so he could seek the strength or wisdom; whatever junior pastors are told. This was also certainly to help him be a good father and husband of course. There was also time needed to spend with mommy so she could be just as thankful as the little girl and the little girl's brother. Her brother always thought she was a bit off though. She took his bible and mom's bible to school as well and also Grandma's; crazy! The bible theft was her grandfather's idea. Essentially, it was to keep her single and so she remained until 47 when she finally went to an altar call. Following various experiences of self-created break ups and disappointments and after all that time and after all those bibles, she failed to read it or the very simple ten commandments also known as the ten commandments of communal living. She ended up having relations with everyone of her boyfriend's grandfathers. She did not understand why until after the altar call.