Lost
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"I raised you better than this! Why would you dare dishonor us and God like that?!", my mother yelled. "I wasn't trying to do that. In fact, I was trying to do the opposite. But all this-" I pause pointing around at her Jesus paintings and crosses, "This doesn't make sense to me anymore." I continued. "This isn't who you are Mia - grow up!" She screamed and immediately stormed off °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Religion has always been a big part of Mia's life. She has known nothing but it until a few months ago when she realized she might not even believe in it. She plans to hide the truth from her parents forever. Her plan works for a little while, until her mom listens in on a conversation between her and her friend. She was officially a disgrace to her family. There was only one way to describe what she was feeling; lost.
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