Sundays were meant for sleeping in and not for waking up at 6 in the morning. This morning I woke up with a big bang on the door, I slightly open my eyes and look over at the clock and realized it was 6:15 in the morning. Seriously, who get's up at 6 in the morning to go to church? My aunt, that's who, she was crazy if she thought I would get up. But after 3 times knocking on my door she clearly stated that I was expected to attend mass every Sunday if I ever wanted to get out of the house. I had no option but too accompany her and my cousin to church. I don't recall a time that I've been inside a church; I didn't know that I was Catholic. I mean, yeah, I grew up with certain values and traditions but not religious ones. I guess my mother was Catholic. Anyhow, if my aunt was expecting me to change of attitude or anything like that she was wrong. I grew up without God in my life and I could continue doing so. Let's see how the rest of the day goes.
- Karyme
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