Sunday loved listening to the sincere regrets of people who realize that they have taken a wrong turn in their lives and done something wrong. But it had been a long time since he had heard sincere words.

When he first appeared at the church, he was sure that he would receive a warm welcome and have a nice conversation with people, but... He was chained and kept locked up, tied to a marble throne in a completely empty and lifeless high-ceilinged church hall. Of course, he didn't hold a grudge against any of them for what they had done. He was the first pillar of their faith, a sign that there was a God and he hadn't forgotten about them, but he still felt sad that he was being hidden from ordinary people.

Sunday's confession was available only to people of very high income, because his forgiveness meant much more than the forgiveness of priests and monks. People asked for a lot of money to see him, and even for a lot of money, not everyone could do it... And these people rarely speak sincerely. But he forgave them, of course.

Soon there were fewer chains. His hands were chained to the arm of the throne with chains long enough for him to fold his hands in a prayer gesture, and his feet were shackled, also chained to the throne, preventing him from leaving. He wasn't going to run away even if given the chance. He will only leave if people tell him that he can leave. Sunday can't leave them alone...

The heavy doors open once again and a man enters the hall. Sunday raises his head and smiles softly, tiredly, but sincerely. He is glad to see a person again, no matter what kind of person it is. He says in a soft voice:

"Good morning, my child. What brings you here today?"