"Repent! Repent!"
I stood clueless and irritated in the middle of a circle as Mom and her church freaks knelt around me in a circle, praying to God and commanding me at the same time.
What gave these arrogant bitches the idea that they somehow carried God's authority through their hypocrisy was anyone's guess.
All I knew was that I didn't like it.
I was never a problem child, in my opinion, but I was made out to be one.
I'm not quite sure where it started, but between the total negligence and lack of love from my parents, I was occasionally disturbed by Mom's passionate belief that there was something wrong with me somehow, which led to this kind of circus from time to time.
"Hey, Ahjummas… this is just so stupid", I declared but they never responded to me. Instead, they somehow kept their conversation with God while I stood right in front of them. What is the fucking point? I'm here, and they have some problem with me, but why aren't they talking to me instead?
