My little sister returned to the rooftop today with a school bag she received from an educational point, but she was sad because it had no notebooks or colorful drawings. Then she told me, “Our school has no classrooms or desks. We sit on the ground inside a tent, and it’s so hot.” She complained about living in a tent and studying there, then said something that broke my heart: “God doesn’t love us because He made us live like this and suffer.” I didn’t know what to say.