Growing up in Brooklyn, church was a big thing in my family. Every Sunday morning, my older sister and I would wake up to the smell of scrabbled eggs and French toast my mother cooked. She would always serve us in big portions, that was the reason why my stomach was the size of one of those exercise balls. My sister hated being served big portions of food. She always used me as an example of how she was going to get if she kept eating a lot of food, which I really didn't care. As soon as the scent...
church , my mother walked in an upward position with her head tilted back. People would often yell "This is not the army lady." which I actually found funny. It was a rule of my mother that every single time we attended church we had to sit at the front because according to her, the back was for non-believers. At age nine, when the world seemed like a playground, church was nothing but a tiresome place to be. I didn't understand the reason why people would gather around just to sit silently in their pews to observe the ministry.