a tree grows in brooklyn.

In the book, Francie and her little brother, Neeley were talking about their father's death. They both couldn't understand why he died and what caused his death, only sure that he was really gone. Their conversation was really .. something.
"Neeley, why did papa have to die?"
"I guess GOd wanted him to die."
"Why?"
"Maybe to punish him."
"Punish him for what?"
"I dont know," said Neeley miserably.
"Do you believe that God put Papa on this world?"
"Yes."
"Then he wanted him to live, didn't he?"
"I guess so."
"Then why did He make him die so quick?"
"Maybe to punish him," repeated Neeley not knowing what else to answer.
"If that's true, what good is it? Papa's dead and he dont know that he's punished. God made Papa the way he was and then said to Himself, Idare you to do anything about it. I just bet he said that."

and it goes on talking about how Francie doesn't believe in God anymore while Neeley becomes scared. This conversation lead me to think about how we always question, but never get answers. I remember whenever I asked questions, I never got a straight answer, so I had to think of the answer by myself.