Church. The only word my mother seems to talk about. She based my whole childhood around it. I could never make my own friends or listen to the kind off music I liked. She believes that I am pure and that I love going to church. As a matter of fact, I despise church. Don't get me wrong, it's not because of her, my mother is one of the best. But I know exactly who she is, and her mask doesn't fool me one bitAll Rights Reserved