There are two way my mom would say. Choose the right path so we wouldnt face the wrath. I can't stand the confusion I don't understand the religion. Do this go here,do that go there. She would tell me not to follow the world so I can rise with Him When she's just like the rest of them. Maybe it's because I was forced to go that i began to ignore my faith. Maybe someday the faith will return and it'll hit me like bam I understand why my mom had that demand to reach the holy land.
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